Dugo_Writings

Today was one such day where everything I had been thinking of for over a period of time came true. Yes, the universe has heard me and gave me signs of listening. Let me unveil it one by one. More than six months had passed after I had applied for a post in some company. It was well related to my field of education and experience (because you know how difficult it is to see an advertisement which fits you in). So instantly, I had applied. But I didn't hear from them for a month. So I decided to approach them and get myself updated. The person in charge responded after three days that they had to scrutinize the applications they had received. It's a fair one. I said fine and let another month pass by. Again, I texted them and got the same response. I thought maybe they might have received a lot many applications and were taking their time to verify each and every one. After a few days, I saw them advertising for the same post. This time, I thought, “Now I think I should move on....

Sometimes, what our heart desires might not be accepted by our brain. There is always a clash between our desires and our duties. I have made many such decisions where my mind and heart ended up in a tug-of-war. If my heart wins, I am happy for a while. If my mind emerges victorious, I may not feel immediate joy, but I am at peace in the future. Both wish for my well-being, yet I treat one of them as the villain depending on the situation. And somehow, I always end up cursing my brain for being right — always. I once came across such a situation where my serotonin still hits its peak just by brushing against those memories, even today. They haven’t faded; they are simply shielded by maturity and responsibility. Sometimes, being mature sucks. It snatches away the little joys. At times, I wish to be that innocent child again — clueless about what tomorrow holds, carefree, focused only on scoring good marks so I could enjoy all kinds of extracurricular activities. Those days taught me how...

“HOPE.” It is not a big word at all, yet it holds the greatest importance among all the words in the dictionary. Everyone in this world is hoping for something good and living with that hope—whether it is a job promotion, financial stability, family matters, health, or education. Hope is the very foundation on which we are all dealing with this world right now. We hope to wake up tomorrow and complete our tasks, without ever pausing to think that life itself is temporary and uncertain. Even the finest ray of hope can bring a dead man back to life—that is the power of hope within every individual. But what if that hope dies? What if the last drop of hope dries up right in front of our eyes? Then what reason is left to fight? Do we have any other reason to survive? Sometimes, hope makes us both strong and weak. When we are hopeful, we feel unstoppable and unmatched. But when we are hopeless, surviving even a single second feels like being killed inch by inch. It suffocates us. It tortur...