I feel empty. I feel raw. I feel rotten. I feel like not feeling.I have nothing to show, if someone to ask me about what I have achieved in my stay on this planet. Nothing.what is a few flirtations with literature, knowledge, pain and sweat.No blood. No tears. No medallions. No gallantry.Ah! I am disgusted with myself for being so ordinary.I deserve the void for I do not work half as hard as I could.I am wasting my life.
It actually began, quite reluctantly. Unnecessary as it may seem, life teaches you what you allow it to teach. Even Life cannot teach you what it offers you. One has to let himself dissolve into the experience and let it sink in, and that I might call religion or education. Whatever the other person is willing to accept. Nay. Does it matter? Nay.
Life is about teaching oneself. Being a self-thought-taught "person", picking up bits and pieces from various experiences, I tread on a path; I have myself laid out for myself. Never have I asked, in other words, begged for words, from "messiahs". Never did I think myself of having enough virtue, call it patience, to learn from others. So "rich" were my experiences.
Things change, dynamically. Responding to an open question, throwing caution to the winds, I immersed myself into a debate, with people who thought, had streamlined their thinking apparatus and abilities. Gradually, they pestered; read "lee...
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