Musings of a sober Saturday afternoon.

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The road to greatness is filled with bitter sweet memories. Some see it as a challenge, others see it as a blessing. In all those memories are moments in time where bitterness can be easily had, while sweetness can easily give. What comes to mind when thinking of this is my path ahead.

It is fraught with doubt, pain and greed. Yes greed. I am but a mere mortal. With flaws and imperfections. With demons and chaos willing inside, wanting to be released. Greatness. It is a goal for everyone. Does it have to be? The bitter pill of reality comes more than once in everyone's lives. Sometimes it is so profound that we are all left crawling on the gutter, clawing our way back up so that we can see the path again. Into the light.

The proverbial end of the tunnel. We are sold this. From the books we read. The teachers we listen to. To the people we watch perform. It seems to be a natural progression and anything less, we feel is a failure.

They say failure is the greatest teacher.

Sometimes, lose is an even greater teacher. The pain it imparts into our fiber changes the very outlook we held the day before. We wake up, eyes burning. The breath is heavy, like a knee held there. Burdened. Yet we are told to continue and strive for greatness. I have looked at my past and what I am today. I am still trying my utmost at this greatness that is fed to me when I watch TV, read books and listen to music.

Reminding me of the where I am from. TO the how I am now. Hoping that the tomorrow will be there.

We even encourage people around us to seek greatness without really meaning to. From our actions. From our words. From our failures. Even our pain. These impart a lesson to our observers. It's a funny thing since we do not even realise we are already performing for others, just by living and breathing. At times I often wonder if I am someone important, when I am confronted by toxic people, who for the most part I feel are lost. The data overload I feel is real. Like a vast ocean dumped into their brain.

Adrift.
In open turbulent waters.
No shore for miles in every direction.
Lost.



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