Now A Graduate

Escalating through the years of painted span, I had reached the mount peak of my life. Finally, a graduate after wading through all those tough and tiring formative years. And just when I thought I had successfully scaled a peak, life started renovating dramatically, again. There are levels and phases of transformation after graduation and I believe that happens to everyone with varied levels of intensity. Tidying up the bed by eight in the morning, I stepped out of my dizziness balancing myself while the sun rays made the dust particles dance all over the room. So much to grasp onto in yet another day of unemployment. Yes, I don’t have a job.

To be successful, you'd have to be braving every single day of your life along some motivation to reach an end. That’s what the idea of a settled life is. Work by the day and end to a peaceful night just so you can get ready to repeat the hustle next day. This continues for eternity and we comprehend along the way that sleeping is also a task that needs to be done so as to function the successive responsibilities. And before we realize it, our life turns into a monotonous chain of tasks, becoming a job in itself. But life shouldn't be a job that needs to be done. It should be more than just a “make it to the end of the day” fallacy. And while I ponder upon these intricate analogies, something snaps me to back to the reality. My mom, who I can hear yelling at me from the kitchen, asking me to get on with the day so as to make something of myself.