The Change Of State

Life takes up unpredictable paths. Where it leads us is a matter of luck. The unprecidentability of life is indeed the real essence of it. Henceforth take it as a challenge and try to keep up in your strides. This is what I learnt when my life suddenly took a hairpin. My higher studies. The milestone which decides the distance ahead. The twist of fate where I decide with my heart rather than my brain.

The schooling’s been near to perfect, in terms of attitude rather than marks. I enjoyed every second over there despite consistent urge from parents and teachers for better score. I discovered my talents and skills from here. It was the birthplace of what I am now.

Suddenly things churned up. I chose a higher study option which was not available in my hometown. And the change of state inside and outside me took place. Unknown places, unknown people. Unknown language, unknown culture. The pressure was too much on me. This was a place that did not belong to me. Yet I felt trapped in a web of time. No longer I had my father to go for the evening walk. No longer I had my mother to cook my favorites or wash my clothes. And no longer my friends to have a light moment during lunch. I was stripped off my kid attitude. I was asked to grow up, mature. The world around me suddenly grew black. And I stood in the darkness tired to make another move. I kept repeating to myself-‘I had a choice but I chose wrongly. I could have easily joined somewhere near and continue my popularity streak at school. I messed it all up!’

But then, when these words echoed back, I sensed a taste of cowardice in it. I decided to reinterpret my thoughts. The change of state of a substance can happen in both directions and I am the one who decides. There is never a wrong choice in life if you can face challenges. The person who accomplishes the most is termed the best. And I must be proud of myself for choosing the tougher way. I am alone. So What?? There is no father to scold me if I sleep without making my bed, and no mother who’d pester me in the name of studies. And no friends to tease me in the name of unknown crushes. These thoughts made me stronger. I was convinced living alone is not the worst thing of life. I understood becoming matured doesn’t mean you loose your freedom to enjoy life. When life speeds up, never back down, and rather gear up. And most importantly, success is not something that accompany you in your motherland. Always try to be the winner, success is just a matter of time!!!