Lost
Yes, I used to blog on blogspot. But for some reason still unknown to me, I stopped blogging altogether and since then, even after several attempts, which couldn't be considered Herculean by any stretch of imagination, I had failed to revert to blogging. It felt as if it were a proprietary of the distant past. Now, after being accidentally introduced to few blogs, I feel like bringing those good, old blogging days back to life.
My life has been not so jovial during the last few months. I have seen my peers sailing from college life to their respective coveted professional lives. But I, for one, seem to have stuck somewhere between those two arenas. Without any apparent movement. Static. Neither here nor there, as they say.
New events seem to have abandoned visits to my life and I have, beyond doubt, developed a faint yet distinct hate towards this monotone behavior of my life. Over the last six months, people, things and seasons have commuted with scaring haste in front of my eyes and the sight of their magnificent ride has, rather conspicuously, germinated seeds of forlorn emotions. I find myself standing alone, as a silent witness to a myriad of events that don't even remotely concern me. And the wait for things to change in my own life is threatening to be eternal and to be honest, that feeling doesn't sit nicely inside me.
The sudden loss of direction and purpose in life has made me a bit deplorable and perhaps desperate as well. I eagerly look forward to that proverbial spring being just around the corner.
My life has been not so jovial during the last few months. I have seen my peers sailing from college life to their respective coveted professional lives. But I, for one, seem to have stuck somewhere between those two arenas. Without any apparent movement. Static. Neither here nor there, as they say.
New events seem to have abandoned visits to my life and I have, beyond doubt, developed a faint yet distinct hate towards this monotone behavior of my life. Over the last six months, people, things and seasons have commuted with scaring haste in front of my eyes and the sight of their magnificent ride has, rather conspicuously, germinated seeds of forlorn emotions. I find myself standing alone, as a silent witness to a myriad of events that don't even remotely concern me. And the wait for things to change in my own life is threatening to be eternal and to be honest, that feeling doesn't sit nicely inside me.
The sudden loss of direction and purpose in life has made me a bit deplorable and perhaps desperate as well. I eagerly look forward to that proverbial spring being just around the corner.
"If you are going through hell, keep going." -Winston Churchill
