Latent desires......

Aspirations.........

Many a times in life I have wondered, what do I actually want from it....is it name,fame,financial security...
or a silent life tucked  in domain of  mental bliss. I may not  , in fact am not the first person to encounter such thoughts,but when I search my soul for an answer,I am left out with all the more confused feelings.
 Robert Frost rightly cited in THE ROAD NOT TAKEN:
"Two roads diverged in a yellow road,
And I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference"

Life always offers us with options and though we can take only one,we always at one point of time pine over the one decision that we had not taken..that one decision that could have brought a change to our lives. And somehow  the grass always seem greener on the other side.

Whenever we are frustrated with life,we feel that had we taken the other path,our life would have been easier,maybe less frustrating.
I wanted to be an engineer,or so I thought,after my higher secondary exams...but now retrospecting am I not the same person, who was so inspired by the world of journalism.As a child,I wanted to be a journalist giving live coverage to events over the globe or maybe a news anchor.The world of mass communication fascinated me a lot. But now am an engineering  student who is on the verge of completion of her graduate degree. So, an engineer and then what next??

Maybe a decent job with an established life in the years to come.

I will be sitting somewhere in a lazy afternoon,some 10 years from today,the tag of an engineer added to my profile,but in that moment of solitude I might be thinking of that cherished dream that I nurtured in my heart for so long..a dream of living a life in the hills, a wooden house ,a kindergarten school...a joyous day with the children ..and a night of bliss in nature's bosom.

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