Looking back at the bigger picture makes us all think in lines of what-could-have-beens. As someone rightly said, "time and tide waits for none"; perhaps mugging up those then-silly proverbs that actually added literature to life's commonest things was my, and many others', bigger mistakes in life.
At a time when alcohol becomes your number one friend which aids and abets to the fullest in the quest to run away from those humongous syllabi, when time ticks by faster than ever before, when all bad things converge into one giant fireball and closes in with the bullish intensity of a Mjölnir and the breakneck speed of a Batmobile, the solace and solutions that remain are the alternatives.
We were sent to do a job, with blessings left, right and center. But like everything else in this big, boring planet, we screwed up. There's always a second chance or at least a last-chance-saloon. Never given up hope, perhaps hope has given up on us. What you do is what you enjoy; but I never enjoyed what I was tasked with to do.
Hell's dark dungeons on the horizon a few miles away; should I run into it or away from it? Running away would make me deviate from self, while running into it surely spells a long road on the rocks and gravels. Torn to pieces this small soul, but I would never know which road to travel.
I am no wizard, neither am I an Elf. I dream big, like they humans do best. Or perhaps I should stop sleeping; at least there would be lesser dreams to worry about. Whatever the price of the revival, I'll always come up short. Come the fated-Friday, the animal in me would wake up. Again, from the morose moonlight through the sultry sunlight until the dust settles, I will be myself again. Only thing that stands in between is the small matter of the exams.
Oh heck! It's dawn, and I haven't slept yet.
