I always feel that my raison d'etre for a happy, satisfied life is writing, and sometimes it feels like just another excuse. I can be happy in more other ways too. Only if I could dish out more ideas! My life is sort of going through a mini-upheaval. I have a stable job, I get a stable salary of 15 k each month. Still happiness is eluding me. I don’t sense conviction in the promises that I make to myself while in office, sitting before the computer, regretting the place I am in and envying those who have made it big. Those promises, I feel, are mere sympathies and lame hopes that I give myself. Having like-minded friends would have aided me in coming out of my shell and show the world my confident side, but I think the universe is conspiring against me. Time and again, I decide and get my spirits high and time and again, it makes me falter. Sometimes I just fall flat on my face. All of my hard woven strength comes undone. I retreat into my shell, dwell in self-p...
“We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.” ― May Sarton