I was too busy watching people living their lives that I almost forgot I do have one. I kept myself updated to their nuisance yet they seem not to bother with mine.
In few months, I'd be getting a year older and the thought just scares me. That the guy who promised to achieve a lot before 23 seemed to be in a coma, or rather turned into a stone watching people.
A better me. I used to promise exactly eight months ago. Acquiring a better physique and greater knowledge was a priority. Just to help me in landing a better job and better socialization.
At my rate, it seems that such goals are near impossible to achieve. I was stagnant. And my hunger for new knowledge had ceased. The winds have changed my career path and now I'm considering another road-less-taken field of my profession. I started breaking my walls yet to the wrong people. I've let them ridicule me to the point that those brick walls turned to thick metal cage.
I still have six months to fulfill my promise to that sad guy eight months ago. I must turn everything around and utilize all the resources that the universe is offering for a better me. I bet it's time for me to stop observing the living society through my wall of fear, insecurity and inferiority. I must step up my game or I'll be stepped on. Again.Labels: dreams, life, realization, self, success