In Command of Thyself....

I sit quietly and weep. There are no more tears..my eyes are dry. There is a lot of pain. My soul bleeds for things that have bygone. There was nothing “mine”, specifically mine. I have yet a life time to live. Life has indeed been an experience. I do not want to walk over it again, in order to relive. The curious eyes that have been my sole reason to live have now forced me to keep quiet and cry in solitude. Immense pain for not achieving my long cherished dream has not made me brave. It has neither left me shattered, bruised or quiet. It has given me an altogether different view to look at things! A better understanding! I ain’t no hermit! For me, An experience of twenty eight years has been more like an oasis. A drop here, and then I rush. In search for the never ending thirst…
What do I want? A career? Love? Family? Or I myself am not sure. My sufferings are entirely mine. I have stopped talking about it. I patiently let life trod all the beautifully sown seeds for my future, leaving my life as bleak as possible. And let the natural course pave its way to sow what it wants! Such is destiny! If it is destined to happen, nothing can stop it!