It’s like I’m going through it. Like, it’s not you but me. I love you more than anything. For the best memories are ours; shared and lived. Never in my life have I ever imagined it’d be YOU going through it all, never, ever. Please stay strong for the sake of it, darling. If only you were just not my friend, if only. But there’s a heart-to-heart connection, No? These so-called-blood-relations are no good anyway. Hmph.
How do you feel when your besty is in trouble? Don’t you break down into finely grained pieces? I feel myself shattering down bit by bit with every passing second. When somebody who made you laugh always is all gloomy, when you can do nothing but motivate, talk, crack silly jokes just for one crazy laugh and it wouldn’t happen. Just. won’t. happen! Sigh.
I’ve loved you like a sister, I can’t take anything more, dontcha dare disappoint me. Please?
A terribly blue Monday is what you call it. Started with saying goodbye to university (umm. I went for some attestations, dontcha worry!) followed by a problem I created myself, ‘almost’ lost the files I needed most (just for the curious you! It was my private folder. I keep privacy from the administrator accounts, lost my login account and there was no way I was gonna get those files outta that account. ‘the boss’ did it for me.) Saved me from a lotta mess. Thank you.
No big deal.
Misplaced my NIC card on my way back to home. Soon I realized, went back to the workplace area. Glad, my boss (again) spotted it for me (I owe you, thank you again) and there it was in the middle of street across the workplace. Got it. *Phew*
No big deal.
And now, on my way back to home, a driver that was probably more interested in looking ‘inside’ the other car which was ours actually; wanted to overtake, told the driver to let him do that. His ego needed satisfaction. He was done-we overtook, that’s when I heard a loud thud from somewhere near, thought it was our car but it wasn’t. Kept myself from looking back but since it was a reaction to something I can’t figure out right now. I looked back. *Sigh* A man while crossing the road hit from a car(exactly behind us) looked more like a bloodstained puppet lying on the street. Can’t explain anymore. You know how I feel, right? Apologies.
(That car driver: guess, it was him, that crazy guy)
My driver saw the reaction, think he said something I can’t recall and I was surprised to see him keeping the nerves under control.
Shouldn’t we be responsible for our actions? It wouldn’t be that crazy driver suffering, it is going to be that deceased(I hope not) man’s family. *nauseated*
Keep him safe/healthy for the sake of his family, dear God.
I’m going to tell you a little story.
It’s about a man who wanted to know the secret of success, and decided to find out from a Guru.
Now this was a wise, old sage who knew every secret of Life. He lived in splendid isolation on a mountain-top. Our hero set out on his difficult journey to meet this wise man.
He was determined to reach the top, and so he got over many obstacles on his way. Fighting through thick forests, scaling huge boulders, escaping from wild beasts, at last he clambered to the peak and lay on the ground, gasping for breath.
A few minutes later, he sat up… and beheld the Guru seated in deep meditation.
Silently, he waited. Almost an hour later, the Guru opened his eyes and glanced at the man. He raised an inquiring eyebrow.
The man stammered, “Oh wise and all-knowing seer, I come to you in search of the secret of success.”
The Guru didn’t reply. He simply stood up and started walking down the hill.
The man followed. He found it difficult to keep pace with the old man, who seemed to skip from one rock to the other like a mountain-goat. They walked steadily for another hour, and he wondered if they were going back to the foothills.
Suddenly, they came upon a clearing. In the middle was a clear lake. The waters were still, glinting softly in the rays of a setting sun.
The Guru walked up to the edge of the lake and beckoned the man closer. With a gesture, he asked him to kneel down.
Unquestioningly, the man did as the Guru ordered.
Suddenly, he felt himself seized by a strong hand at the back of his neck. His head was forced down under the water, and held there firmly.
“This is some kind of test,” said the man to himself, as he sat still.
A minute passed, and he was growing breathless. The grip on his neck hadn’t weakened. Another minute crawled by, and now he was getting anxious. His heart beat heavily in his chest, his throat tightened, and his lungs screamed for air.
He struggled to arise, and the old man’s grip became even stronger, pressed him further down into the water.
Now, the man was in a panic. He thrashed around wildly, trying with all his energy to loosen the vise around his neck. Precious seconds passed, and he felt his strength slowly ebbing away.
He thought he was going to die!
Just as he was about to give up hope, rueing his folly in ever coming here, the hand on his collar let go.
Violently leaping onto the shore, the man drew in his breath in heaving gasps. Delicious oxygen flooded his lungs. His vision grew clearer, the hammering in his throat slowed down, his hands stopped trembling.
And he felt a deep anger welling up from within himself.
Standing up, he faced the Guru and screamed: “Are you CRAZY? You could have killed me!”
The Guru simply stared at him for a long moment.
Then he spoke for the first time:
“You wanted to know the secret of success. Here it is. Do you remember, just a few minutes ago, how badly you wanted to take that next breath of air?
When you want success that badly, you will have it. That’s the secret of success.”
Without saying another word, he turned around and walked back to his hilltop abode.
The guru is actually Socrates.
– Via friend.