Reason

Six months into my first job and towards the end of my "no worries" period post graduation, as the cloud of wilderness begins to loom over the skies of mundanity, poignant thoughts about "where am I heading?" struck me like the billows of an unsettled sea. I am not alien to such emotions, however these were palpably unignorable. I felt an unusual disconcert, every night, as these feelings pinched me. I began to realize that I stand at that cross road of my life, where I have two choices. One, to go with the flow as I have done so far with a few maneuvers then and now, with the delusion of the turbulence to laminarize with time. Two, to pursue my ambition for it will haunt a man with reason and conscience. I begin to contemplate in the midst of this rendezvous with subconsciousness if I had the will power to pursue my ambition passionately, if I choose to.

I resolved to start this blog to pen down my views, ideas and emotions, for writing, as a medium of expression, allows even the haziest of thoughts to be crafted eloquently as they materialize with time.







  

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