22's club

 

A month after graduation..

Harshi is pursuing fashion designing, Sujitha is preparing to crack civil service exam, Susan is preparing to crack gate exam,  Niki,Sruthi,Liki,Pavani,Vidya,Yashu working for software companies .Punitha is  preparing to crack gre exam. Ruchi is about to fly to USA to pursue another degree . Meanwhile a pack of my friends including me are waiting for a call from the companies we have been selected.  There were days when we all sat together in the same class room but now I see everyone are moving in random directions in the hunt of livelihood or in the big picture you can say all of us are trying to find happiness.


Yes we all are moving in random directions in the search of happiness. We know what happiness is, it is to do what we love and earn a living from that. Yet we are struggling to follow. 

            We all are moving in random directions in the state of confusion whether to listen  inner voice or voices from out(family and relatives),whether to please ourselves or parents

          

            We all are moving in random directions not knowing what to prioritize whether it’s families obligations or our ambitions. 


             We all are moving in random directions wondering what others gonna label us if we follow our heart. 


              We all are moving in random directions by doubting whether we can live up to our 

  parents expectations.

    

             We all are moving in random directions thinking we are weirdos and never gonna fit in this society.



       All we need is encouragement, a sort of belief in us from our loved ones but it seems like more to ask...so why not change our mindset? Remember  relatives, parents can get so unbearable at times. In dark times, our struggle is majorly with self, not with others ,as it might seem. Make your inner self so strong that the outer world can’t affect it.






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