A Worthy Road With Healing Escapes

With too much time to spend on the clock, my mind -- eyeing an excuse -- offcourse went roaming back in the forbidden lanes of the past, amidst the tales still healing from pain.

For most events, my dots do connect but maybe it's too early to number the same. A gentle reminder how I am best left in a tiring marathon. While I am definitely more aware than ever of my intentions and motivations; the journey itself is probably becoming an easing necessity.

"What others see as a hustle is at times just an antidote at play."

Until I am better equipped to truly let go of it all and before I am already too old for the same; I would rather just focus on my ambitions and take care of my dreams and deserving obligations.

Yes, books can still leave me sleepy when left in their company for too long. But, I guess I finally have my reasons to let them consume my whole. From the few things I had envisioned for myself; topping the list were dreams of a young and ambitious achiever, a decent paying job that also allowed room for my conscience. There are days, I am scared to drift apart and just wish to chat away. But, what is also true is that this beautiful journey that seems like a nightmare untill taken has begin to offer its own solace.

As they say a young mind is best directed towards goals, I guess it's also easier that way. However, this solace is definitely being a tough nut to crack on several occasions. But, while there are things beyond the reach of our hands, ones best left to fate; dreams are probably one thing that deserve our best, especially when they offer you a shot at a purpose that can go beyond yourself.

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