I don't know about all the people, but some persons or parents feel like if they will rule their child's career then their child will reach the heights, although they have no idea that most of the time it's a big pressure on them to pursue a career which is contrary of their choice. Parents need to understand this even if their children lacks in making right kind of choice still they can create thier own destiny. A little bit of proper guidance is neccessary but try not to make that guidance a pressure on them.
Believe, they will figure out what they want to do and infact what we all are for,to make right choices and even wrong choices and ultimately learning for them.
This has started from long back. There was not much that could be understood about this guy named Ross. He has been silent and slowly growing melancholic since his childhood days. He was not talking much, mostly getting sad at every other small remark passed his way. There was some pain in him that seemed to rely heavily on the external circumstances and it would be ignited at whatever small change that affected him. What was the reason for this grief? What was the reason for his weeping? Why was he so sensitive? Why did his own land of imagination start getting as a place of hiding? He was more of thinking that he was being watched. This fear of being watched made him leave anything that he wanted to pour himself into. So why was he feeling afraid of being watched? This made him fall prey to mockery and rubuke in school days. So what was the fear he was carrying? And why did it keep instigating the pain deep down in him?
How does he not see me? I'm driving so fast and at him, surely he knows I'm here. He doesn't recognise me. Of course he doesn't. Why would he? I was just a kid the last time he saw me. He just saw pain, blood, suffering. He saw my defenceless brother and he laughed. He had no qualms about telling me he was going to kill my brother. But he didn't. He hurt him but he didn't kill him. I'll kill him. Not my brother, no way. I'll kill him. I'm driving at him. It'd be so simple, just run him over and drive off. Sure, someone will spot my license plate and report me. There'll be some of the car on him and some of him on my car. But who cares? Maybe then he'll know who I am and he'll remember, that scared seven year old girl he intimidated and allowed to watched the pain he set upon her family. I should slow down. Is it worth it? Maybe for a few minutes but it won't make the pain go away. At least he'll be gone away, gone for good, like he should be. Why should he be able to walk around after what he did? He shouldn't and he won't. Not now. Sure I know where he lives, I'm sure I could find out where he works, though he's probably leaching off the state, who would hire him? No, I'll get him. Sooner or later I'll get him and I'll make him look into my eyes and let him know who I am and why I'm doing this. Or maybe he'll know in the afterlife. He'll be looking out at me from hell or purgatory, somewhere hot. And he'll know. Hell always know.
Ever feel weighed down by the prospect of a new dawn, the iridescent glow of a fresh morning trailing all the problems of yesterday and another batch just baked for you. Its a constant struggle to cast off the misgivings and dress to face the budding day but it's a well worth one. cause hidden within the folds of time lie the vital incentive to strike a stride and fabricate a reality that conforms to your every need. Its a struggle much like drafting obscure ideas into prose and slapping into a square box with a timer on it. But when that clock ends and you're done, a sensation of relief is far more addictive than any drug conceived by man or religion. So seek the horizon, live a little, dream abundantly and above all else dress equitably for the unforeseeable oncoming predicaments. Cause if you cant win atleast lets go out in style
A Day in the Life. In my (ideal) day, I'd wake up at a nice and natural time, say 9:00AM, perhaps get out of bed and make myself some food (breakfast)-toast with chocolate spread, preferably Nutella, with my daily vitamins and tea. I'd finish eating, have a nice relaxing shower and get dressed into some cute and comfy clothing. Then I'd catch public transport with some friends into the city and go shopping. Starbucks, Stationery and Style are usually the three categories I have when shopping-Food & Drink, Writing Materials and Fashion! After of course we'd get lunch-perhaps Asian cuisine and get the bus/train/tram back home...