That is what I would consider my life to be at this moment. It is going on, and I haven't lost anything of my spirit to anyone or anything. But this is hard, this is so much of what I didn't want my life to turn into. I haven't done much except write a good deal of the last two years, and now it seems I have lost much craft of what I had a long time ago, and now I am like a wandering philosopher: no home, no place to rest, and endless toils.
I thought my life would go on smoothly, and will not be stopped by anything. That I would achieve success at whatever I did, and would conquer almost everything that I came across. Some people have it so easy, that I thought I also had it within me to do whatever I would please. But it is not so. One after another I have failed, and now though their were plenty of promises from me, I am nothing more than another failure.
Are failures important? Someone said, that important or not, they happen, and sometimes they are necessary to remind you of what you exactly are.
But the taunts you face with people! My own parents, for example, count on nothing more than my marks, and almost all their love and other stuff, has stopped, and just because i failed to get into a particular university. It seems all their love is only for my marks and nothing else. They even canceled a trip with my relatives just because the results are going to be out then, and they don't think i could do much in that.
But, if the resolve is steady, and the will is strong, their is no wall that can stop you. You must let go of everything, and hold steady on your path, no matter how many times you fail, or get trampled over, or get cut.
I will continue.
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