To fail was important. To hit a wall might have felt bad and hurt but eventually that was what bore the fruit. If I recall today, my recent past, I can see a fact which I feel, I have learned for myself. I was in deep mess which made me (an all time class bunker who never got to score more than 20% on the attendance register while at engineering) go to office on the weekends and read for hours all alone. I can’t deny that I didn’t get the credit for that. Life got me a better job, probably the best project and team at that organization, and recognition of being skilled at the technology on hand. And then there was another kill. I was moved to different project on a different technology and few weeks down I found myself again in a deep mess unable to work with people boasting of five years of work experience and still learning HTML and CSS formats, people who believe that promotion and achievement is a war and all about politics and seniority, people who thought that they have all the power in the world just because they have been sitting there long. I tried with what I cannot say as my best and got two offers. I resigned......
But today, hardly a month more to go before I join my new arena, I felt as though I have hit on a wall again. I need better and i shouldn't stop. My need says to me that I deserve better. My deservedness insists that I should try more. I am told that I am asking for more. I am informed that I am suffering from more-syndrome and walking to glory never feeling happy with what I have. I am warned that I may end up having nothing at all. But what if i give up? What if i listen to all of them? I don't see things with time......i don't see how things will be taken care of....things that have been thrust upon me by something not of my choice......things that i have owned up genetically......things that expect a better time and claim to have a dream about them.....things that are waiting on me to come and get it done.......
Hmmm.....it ain't over.....it still remains a failure....