Happy. I have been thinking about that feeling a lot lately. I write this post, just to capture a sense of profound calmness and clarity that I had perceived today.
It is not, however, what one feels as a contrast to the agony and misery of one's own existence. It's not half as selfish. It is not the much pursued sense of bliss that a tortured soul feels. Like I said, a struggle for survival is not that all romantic.
It is, more than that.
As I sat answering my exam, I spent my time struggling to make sense of what I'd face once I would graduate, and the unromantic fashion - survival rather than thrift - that I'd leave this place.
In times like this, one needs some Belief and Friends.
Friends. They're a guiding hand, a different perspective when goes south or takes a turn for the worst. They're a voice of reason. They're someone to remind you that life shouldn't be taken as seriously, that it's just a ride.
The ones who got me talked me into climb a 200 foot communication tower. The ones who think they are time travelling while they are drunk out of their minds. The one who brag about being groped by a drag queen. The ones who can't stop fighting over Rap vs Metal. The one who knows the perfect cuss word for the moment.
(My previous use of more liberal words apparently didn't pass the moderator approval)
Nothing gets you through things like your friends. This post is for them. Thank you.
...and i rewrite my slate, everyday
with the help of my friends....
Yeah and Merry Christmass to you. And all the best for Competition.