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I heard on tv that dreams and ideals can help a person live, even if he has nothing else. But the fineprint is of course that there is an expiry date to the sustainability of those dreams.
When dreams begin to seem like nothing more than castles in the sky, it is probably time to let go and wriggle for air or lay still and die.
I look at so many of my friends working, some hating it, some seriously relishing it and wonder to myself who would i be. I harp on the fact that i'll live off passion, but these days i seem to feel a little more jaded.
Today i did a reality check and wondered, if at age 28 i have nothing to show for except sheer passion would i hate myself for making some of the choices i did.
I found myself having cold feet.
Maybe it was the cool professionalism on the other end of the phone that left me wondering if i was the only one left straddling behind.
If only we can never grow up, if only everyday could be a lazy day by the goan beach, where the only thing to think about was the choice of dinner that awaits.
When dreams begin to seem like nothing more than castles in the sky, it is probably time to let go and wriggle for air or lay still and die.
I look at so many of my friends working, some hating it, some seriously relishing it and wonder to myself who would i be. I harp on the fact that i'll live off passion, but these days i seem to feel a little more jaded.
Today i did a reality check and wondered, if at age 28 i have nothing to show for except sheer passion would i hate myself for making some of the choices i did.
I found myself having cold feet.
Maybe it was the cool professionalism on the other end of the phone that left me wondering if i was the only one left straddling behind.
If only we can never grow up, if only everyday could be a lazy day by the goan beach, where the only thing to think about was the choice of dinner that awaits.