Mind over matter!

Lately, I have been trying so hard to find the real purpose of my life! We all are born, the regualr process of fertilization and the cycle of almost 9 months, There we are ready to cry out loud, to prove that we exist! An existence proved by our cry, We live forward! Things may get better, things do get better. Yes they do. Its just that we can’t differentiate the good from bad. We are so much drenched in the business of our lives, we tend to get past many things. We do! Still no worries. We have a lot more time. A whole life ahead to prove that we had a great time, a great life. We live every day, every second! Well for me I did. I tried my best. I still can’t believe that I could cheat. It was easier to get past people. Get past them lying about how I felt, cause they never knew me. My soul to say. Cause it belonged to me, just me. But, how so easily could I even deceive myself? I must have been best at it! Best of all deceiver. Cause I did it to the one who owned the soul that spoke. The one that knew what was going on. Caveat, at times it was sent. Sent by my brain to my heart. Making it cautious enough of the betrayal. But on the way it was too easy, easy enough I must say to fool. Fool my heart. Nothing mattered then, nothing matters now. This is what I have been trying to feel every second. Every day, every other time. I m making a try. Since what I have learnt is trying is the 1^st step towards being successful. To try is to put a footstep forward towards to get what you want.

A life full of purpose. Is that what I have been fighting for? A sense of covetousness sometimes gets me gripped in its claws. Entangled in the shimmer of how my future could possibly be, I try my best to be what I don’t even know. Know that if its what I m supposed to do. If its what I m supposed to get. No wonder, I have a clear and distinct career plan for myself. I will graduate. Get a job. get established. Start a family. Get settled. Raise kids. Grow old. Then die? What was so distinct I could do? Could I even get out of the coccon. The one everyone had been inside once in a while! What is the distinction between me and rest of the mob. Am, I going to end my life this way? Having lived my life just for the sake of living! After all I might not get another chance to be who I m today. I may not get another chance to cry with the same pitch, the same distinct voice. The cry I made to prove my existent. I still wonder, have I ever been true to myself? I might have tried to be. But have I actually been truthful enough, to let me know who I really am, what I really am capable of doing! In life I might get several chances to unleash my potentials, but with this blurred mindset, anonymous potential what could I possibly unleash!