A very pressing question while I write this piece of my mind is “Do I have a reason to write ?”.
The first thing that comes to my mind while I hit every key on my laptop is that I have gone insane. The fact that neither do I have any proficiency (Spell check tells me my spelling of proficiency is wrong. Again !!) in writing nor do I know what will I be writing. This brings me to a logical fact that I might be in need of a psychological vent (I don’t even know what that means..Sounds cool though). Or is it that I need an immediate assistance from a psychologist ? Well, let’s not get too real.
Writing a blog is not something that I am doing for the first time. I have done it in the past which by all means broke all record for my naivety. The blog had my daily account of one of my summer holidays while I was preparing for a highly recognized and an overrated exams. The blog taught me one thing how things changed in all these years. How my thought process, priorities and people around me revolutionized (Yes, I used to be quite different back then). And sometimes the person who can motivate you the best is you – the person of Christmas past (Christmas carol eh ?).
So slowly while I beat around the bush,I am getting a response on the question I raised myself at the start. When you run out of ideas to keep up the pace of life – LOOK BACK. Its been an year in the corporate world .And things have changed every freaking day. Sometimes I feel like a fat man running on treadmill.Though I have tried to remain the person I was in college but alas !
In my view, manners don’t maketh a man, its the people you be with. People around you have a lot more influence on you than you think. These are some random weirdos which you choose as your friends. You invest your time in them and quickly they become your lifelines. You stop investing in them and BOOM !! Back to random people again.
The struggle of accepting the present is one the toughest jobs. The one who has mastered it (not me, anyday) has cracked the code. But one must never forget the investment done once. The friends we make maketh us. We are our only possession. To acknowledge their presence at any point of my life I sought to write. Thanks for being there.
And for my Christmas future I’d say “Mutual funds are subject to risk. Please choose wisely“. (ifyouknowwhatimean)
Phew!! it wasn’t that hard.