On my bad days I feel like a sheep disguised in the clothing of fox who knows how to hunt her prey or at least have an idea where to aim. I feel like an imposter who cannot tell her head from toe but is still poised and feigning as a person who has got herself in clear and is embarking an incredible journey.
I make my life sound so riveting when in reality I have absolutely no idea about what I am doing and everything appears so whimsy.
Maybe it is the unconditional support from my beloved that spoils me or maybe they just say those things to be nice to me because honestly, I do not sound like the person to be in awe of.
Every time I look in the mirror the face that stares back at me is of a person who is still doubting the road she has chosen and often looking back to the two diverging roads in the yellow woods and think that maybe the path less travelled upon is not for her.
I ask myself, what is the meaning of living and why everything is defined by my ominous future. I have absolutely no desire to get out of my bed, much less to make a name for myself. There is nothing I look forward to doing and lately I have been feeling that everything I do in the name of my passion is being done to keep up my appearances in public.
I am not a model kid or student and honestly that façade is now starting to crumble through the cracks of exhaustion. Each day I am waking up and carrying on with the day half-heartedly just so I am not the black sheep of the society.
I did this yesterday and today, but tomorrow...
Submitted by:
Mridula Uppal
Student at Shaheed Bhagat Singh College
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