When Small things can make you Think Big
I haven’t blogged for a while now, just waiting around for
that one topic worth writing about. I read someone’s note yesterday, so well
written about a moment in their childhood. If I was to recollect and narrate
about my childhood, it would be so vague, to me and to those who read. I don’t have
many memories of my childhood or not many funny interesting stories so to say. Now
that I think about it, I have always been the kind to play it safe. Don’t jump from the wall, in case you get
hurt, don’t cheat in exams in case you get caught. All I can say is I was aware
of the consequences of my actions. That’s the best excuse I can give for a lame
and unexciting life.
Talking on life, I pretend (to myself) that I know a lot
about it. But the truth is I don’t. I have
begun to feel like, I haven’t lived a
life, I have just read about it, in books, in newspapers, in the lines on my
parents faces and the silent tears in my brothers eyes. And that makes me feel
like I know life.
The realization is, I guess you are born on earth to make
your own share of mistakes, and as long as you don’t make them, you don’t know
life. You need to have the courage to walk out of that safe zone. Bravery is
not always wise, but I guess everyone prefers to be brave once in a while, so
do I.
I am not afraid of failing; I have failed and tried again
and again, as they say “failures are the pillars of success”. I am just afraid
of falling, and taking with me the people I love.
I know I can return to where I was, play it safe again, get
rid of all these worries, and get rid of this fear of being judged, but would I
be right? I guess standing in my safe zone, I would be judging myself instead,
calling myself a coward and living with the haunting memories of that “if”.
I don’t know if I will be right, no matter what I decide. I feel
like I have climbed the wall to jump over to the other side, but now am just
too scared to jump, either way.
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