Once
again I am sitting and wondering is this the media life I imagined? When I joined
IIMC, I thought this would be one thing that I will never regret. Am I repenting
my choice? Do I regret? It is difficult to answer this. I feel like an injured
bird when I sit on my desk every day. I
want to fly but my wings have been chipped, I can take a flight but I will
always end up falling.
Someone
said to me few days back that you have a tendency to be never satisfied with
your achieved goals. According to his interpretations, I have an exploring soul
which has not taken many births and is exploring this world through me. Am I
and my soul different? Aren’t we one and suppose to work in cohesion.
Even
if my soul is exploring, what if I want to get settled? Every new day gives me
a new idea and new hope. With every passing day that idea passes away and again
I start my hunt. Will this fight for my inner thirst ever end? Or I will
continue to haunt myself waiting for that gratification to reach me if I am
unable to achieve it.
Someone said to me few days back that you have a tendency to be never satisfied with your achieved goals. According to his interpretations, I have an exploring soul which has not taken many births and is exploring this world through me. Am I and my soul different? Aren’t we one and suppose to work in cohesion.
Even if my soul is exploring, what if I want to get settled? Every new day gives me a new idea and new hope. With every passing day that idea passes away and again I start my hunt. Will this fight for my inner thirst ever end? Or I will continue to haunt myself waiting for that gratification to reach me if I am unable to achieve it.
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