Cat on the wall
Is it a disaster to follow one's dream?
I want to be a production designer. A good one at that. Do not want to compensate now or ever. I have one life. And I want to live it, damn it. Too many things are going in my head to spell it out with simple words.
Period. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Till college you are fine. Cos you are in college, you still have years to decide about your future. Years turn to months, to weeks, to days. And finally when you are out, you look at the world as an epitome of possibilities waiting to be tapped. So you start running towards them. It takes time for you to sort out your priorities. And when you do, you choose one corridor. First you come across the first door. Its made of hay, you blow it down. Then you start again. Now a woodenone. You axe it away. And you commence once more, but your hope level is somewhat disturbed. You reach a cascade of bricks. You try sorting that out. Once more, you continue. And you reach an iron door. Neither can you blow nor can you axe it. Banging will only hurt you back, though deep inside, you are already lost. Only way out, is with a key. You search frantically. You look through the key-hole. But all you can see is darkness. Uncertainity. You look back, the way you came from. You dont want to go back. Though it looks bright and tempting than the dark cold passage. You have a conflict. The others took the easy way out, you did not want to, then. You dont want to, now. You lay there searching, digging, scraching for the key. You are starving. Still you try to hold on to your remaining strength. But you know, what is more diffficult to control. Thoughts. You are thinking. Always thinking. About possibilities. When all ideas are fatal, doubt creeps in. Doubt eats away your confidence. Your strength and then slowly settling down comfortably on your mind. Doubting oneself is probably the worst punishment one could suffer from. And in that dark cold abyss, an inner voice suddenly pops-up, " Is it a disaster to follow one's dream?"
No, I will not die today.
" When I give up forever to touch you.."-Iris (Goo Goo Dolls)
I want to be a production designer. A good one at that. Do not want to compensate now or ever. I have one life. And I want to live it, damn it. Too many things are going in my head to spell it out with simple words.
Period. Breathe in. Breathe out.
Till college you are fine. Cos you are in college, you still have years to decide about your future. Years turn to months, to weeks, to days. And finally when you are out, you look at the world as an epitome of possibilities waiting to be tapped. So you start running towards them. It takes time for you to sort out your priorities. And when you do, you choose one corridor. First you come across the first door. Its made of hay, you blow it down. Then you start again. Now a woodenone. You axe it away. And you commence once more, but your hope level is somewhat disturbed. You reach a cascade of bricks. You try sorting that out. Once more, you continue. And you reach an iron door. Neither can you blow nor can you axe it. Banging will only hurt you back, though deep inside, you are already lost. Only way out, is with a key. You search frantically. You look through the key-hole. But all you can see is darkness. Uncertainity. You look back, the way you came from. You dont want to go back. Though it looks bright and tempting than the dark cold passage. You have a conflict. The others took the easy way out, you did not want to, then. You dont want to, now. You lay there searching, digging, scraching for the key. You are starving. Still you try to hold on to your remaining strength. But you know, what is more diffficult to control. Thoughts. You are thinking. Always thinking. About possibilities. When all ideas are fatal, doubt creeps in. Doubt eats away your confidence. Your strength and then slowly settling down comfortably on your mind. Doubting oneself is probably the worst punishment one could suffer from. And in that dark cold abyss, an inner voice suddenly pops-up, " Is it a disaster to follow one's dream?"
No, I will not die today.
" When I give up forever to touch you.."-Iris (Goo Goo Dolls)
posted by Incognito at 1:13 PM
3 Comments:
Still in college, and already feeling overwhelmed by the paths open and oppertunitites out there... *sigh*
Thou shalt not self-doubt.
camphor : It is a phase. And it is passing as every phase does, leaving us with more knowledge and patience.
Hope restored yet again:)
invisible : Yes, We never stop. Infact that is the key.
Thanks guys!
traveler : An experience to learn from every phase.
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