And my life is stuck.
The last four days haven’t taught me anything I will take forward in life. I’m the same hopeless person who is struggling to keep up with the expectations a new day brings. I realized, I’m not at a level where I can tell my mind what to do – I’m its slave. I didn’t mind being one until I discovered what a weakness it is. I look at great lives and find one common factor – grit – what I lack. It’s a brutal revelation.
I have 3 days before I appear for the biggest test of my life (I’m told). Three days. 72 hours.
My indiscipline is concisely reflected through the existence of this very post which shouldn’t have.
I’m scared. What will be at the end of those fourteen days? Will I be overjoyed at the thought of a decent result? Or will I be devastated over my foolish and immature incompliances? I don’t know and I’m terrified to find out – well, what choice do I have but to.
Before I’m sacrificed..
There’s not much to say about that anymore.
This is who I am – Maya – bracing herself to the cold cuts of the nearing, threatening papers, hoping to make it out with sanity and rationality intact.
That’s it for now. Tata!
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