Life asks questions at every point and throws these questions right in your face to check if you are daring enough to answer back. These questions are so blunt yet so meaningful. They were simmering somewhere inside me all this while, but I was busy in the world outside trying to run away from them lest they pull me back into the dreamy world of my imagination. This world was my favourite resting place and I was happiest when I found the company of my thoughts. I do not detest fate for it has given me all that I hoped for. But somehow, somewhere I do not feel happy. I thought by overcoming certain thresholds in life, crossing certain hurdles will make me feel happy. But now I find that I am more empty from inside than I ever was. And these silly questions keep coming back to haunt me. The questions that whether what I am doing is right or not. Whether I am doing this just for the sake of it. When I look back at these bygone years am I going to feel proud of myself. Am I going to be able to say to myself that I did the right things in life, that I lived my life the way I wanted to... Honestly speaking I dont know and this pains me. This means that there is something at fault. What irritates me is my inability to find the answer, the solution. Sometimes I feel a voice whispers in my ear a solution but because of these myriad other voices in my head I am unable to hear the voice. Then I think that may be I am hearing the voice but am too coward to acknowledge to myself that I hear it, because then I'll feel even worse. To know what is right and not to do it is some baggage I dont want to carry on my shoulders. But this baggage somehow keeps getting heavier...
