"Though much is taken, much abides; and though We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are, One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield" — Alfred Lord Tennyson
After a long long time, I have given an exam. And by all current standards of mine, I did well. The problem is with the standards though, which are all messed up.Why are they that way is beyond obvious to me and yet I fail to do anything about it, and the irony goes on. Anyways, to whine is anyones' birth right. I am someone. And what am I whining about, its about myself. Having had the privilege of lot of idle time, there haven't been a speck of achievement in my life in the past two and a half years. I want to swear at myself. The blow was too real to pass off as another usual stimulus that evokes no response. It was as if i bit my own tongue.
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