Inspired me.
I have always aspired to be Einstein some day. And for the major part of the life that I have lived, I have thought it possible. As we grow up, the harsh realities have to be borne, and it’s difficult having your fantasy broken. I have come to know this for a long time now, but I have hated to admit it. And maybe it has become the cause of my misery. Expecting too much where expectations can’t be met, disappointment overwhelming, questioning oneself on unjustified grounds, I had to at some point bow down to fantasy and greet reality. The reality being this: “I am no Einstein, nor can I be him in this life. I am not a genius, am just a regular person. Maybe I don’t have the potential to be someone great, maybe I am simply meant to be a nobody. I am a nobody today and so I will be tomorrow until death.” But that doesn’t necessarily make me a loser, right? I have on several occasions asked god why has he made me the way I am, without talents and lazy and clumsy. The more I com