Pursuit of Happyness!!
The pursuit for happiness has been the final goal for all humans. Its something every man looks forward to at the end of each day. That's the reason why, every single day we go out there to earn money, try to be successful, so that we can stay happy.
Speaking of success, I believe there are two types of people in this world, one who are born with a silver spoon, who find success one way or the other. The second category of people (I consider myself from this cult) are the ones who struggle almost whole of their lives to see a small ray of success shine upon them.
I have never been successful at anything in my life. Some might say this is an understatement. For those people I would like to re frame the sentence. "I have had my small moments of happyness, which I have accepted as success." I once thought I was successful at sports, although I did pretty good at sports there came a "period" in my career. I never thought of myself as a brilliant kid at studies coz I always let my parents down when it came to academics. I failed to perform in 12th grade, failed again in the 1st year of my engg. and again and again till my final year where I came across a moment of happyness. Getting here I believed that I could do better and left for my master's and as usual failed again to start with.
Its been a long long hard time last one year. Its been full of assignments, individual projects, group projects, research paper critics, 4 graduate courses at a time and a sick campus job of painting the residential buildings inside out. There were moments where I thought I would break, but something within me kept me going and time, an unfriendly friend of mine, bought a smile on my face as I stumbled across a small part of my life. A part which I call "Happyness". In this moment I remembered something. "Don't let anybody tell you, you cant do something. You got a dream, you gotta protect it. People cant do something, they wanna tell you, you cant do it. You want something, go get it, "Period".
I did not succeed at love either. At the beginning I did not understand the meaning of love. As time went by I realized what it meant to be in love. But a couple of years back I was left again in the same state, "What is Love?". I pondered, pondered hard, through days and months and came to a conclusion.
Real love is more than beautiful flowers and sweet words. It is more than the candlelight dinners or romantic walks in the park. Real love is understanding through the difficult times, caring past the disagreements. Its laughing together when things are good or laughing together to keep from crying when things couldn't seem to go more wrong!!
We both had done the math; she had added it all up .... and I knew that I had lost her. The only choice that I had, was to believe what I lag and what I would miss. This feeling came over me as a warm blanket. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the rising tide could bring?
Speaking of success, I believe there are two types of people in this world, one who are born with a silver spoon, who find success one way or the other. The second category of people (I consider myself from this cult) are the ones who struggle almost whole of their lives to see a small ray of success shine upon them.
I have never been successful at anything in my life. Some might say this is an understatement. For those people I would like to re frame the sentence. "I have had my small moments of happyness, which I have accepted as success." I once thought I was successful at sports, although I did pretty good at sports there came a "period" in my career. I never thought of myself as a brilliant kid at studies coz I always let my parents down when it came to academics. I failed to perform in 12th grade, failed again in the 1st year of my engg. and again and again till my final year where I came across a moment of happyness. Getting here I believed that I could do better and left for my master's and as usual failed again to start with.
Its been a long long hard time last one year. Its been full of assignments, individual projects, group projects, research paper critics, 4 graduate courses at a time and a sick campus job of painting the residential buildings inside out. There were moments where I thought I would break, but something within me kept me going and time, an unfriendly friend of mine, bought a smile on my face as I stumbled across a small part of my life. A part which I call "Happyness". In this moment I remembered something. "Don't let anybody tell you, you cant do something. You got a dream, you gotta protect it. People cant do something, they wanna tell you, you cant do it. You want something, go get it, "Period".
I did not succeed at love either. At the beginning I did not understand the meaning of love. As time went by I realized what it meant to be in love. But a couple of years back I was left again in the same state, "What is Love?". I pondered, pondered hard, through days and months and came to a conclusion.
Real love is more than beautiful flowers and sweet words. It is more than the candlelight dinners or romantic walks in the park. Real love is understanding through the difficult times, caring past the disagreements. Its laughing together when things are good or laughing together to keep from crying when things couldn't seem to go more wrong!!
We both had done the math; she had added it all up .... and I knew that I had lost her. The only choice that I had, was to believe what I lag and what I would miss. This feeling came over me as a warm blanket. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the rising tide could bring?
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