To live in a society and not adhere to its ways, will give you the title of a rebel. Or a fool.
But for how long can you continue to be a rebel. Or a fool.
For how long can you sustain the fight.
I don’t know the answer. I am stuck between walking away from the entire set up and giving into their ways.
Well, no good thing comes without compromises and sacrifices. What I wish for also comes with a price.
Sigh...
I was a fool of a sort once upon a time. I used to think of myself as the creator of my own destiny. I thought if I worked hard enough to deserve something, I would earn it for myself. Because if you honestly desire something and sincerely work towards it, how can you not accomplish it? How can you not be victorious?
I was taught by time, very little is in my hands at any given time. While I may work hard and set my heart at something, I need not be worthy of it yet. There will be times of helplessness. There will be uncertainty. I will have to deal with failures and deprivation of my reward without being given a reason. Because I will have no choice. Because there is a force much bigger than me, a power much greater than me that controls my destiny more than I do, if not fully.
I am a fool of another sort now.
I wish...
Why do we wish so much!
