this is a true story.
this is not my story..
but it is mine to tell for the moment..
the story has a bright young man at its center...bright ,intelligent ,and ready to shine..
or almost ready to shine.
He is ready to shine but he has a hidden enemy.
His greatest friend is his mind and his worst foe is his mind.
it was the night before,the exam that would be his admittance to the institute of his choice for higher studies was a few hours away.
everyone around him,all those who knew him knew it well that he had it in him to crack that tough nut and get what he wanted out of his life .everyone believed in him ,everyone believed that he had it in him.the expectations mounted.he knew to perform to his optimum best,it was time for him to rest , to sleep , this night was important...and he HAD TO REST.
HOWEVER HE COULDN'T.
The one night that could make him or break him...
Sleep refused him , he tossed and turned for an hour ,got up to read some more.
This was when doubt crept in ...
can i really do it...no i cant...all these expectations....nothing will happen...i cant do it.
A brilliant mind defeated .It happened that night.
The day was a sequel to what had gone before.
As i said it was the mind...the best friend or the worst foe.Three days passed as if in a daze,he knew not what he did and how they passed.But out of that haze a ray of light penetrated and told him that he could if only he would.
The capability is there but the will has to guide the mind.
Never again would he allow his mind to control him...he would control his mind..
his foe would finally be his friend....
Only a hero can win over one's own mind.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
the road ahead...the road behind...
life is born anew each day...always changing...always moving on.
Each day is one that never will be again....life never repeats itself...
to be afraid of change is not only ridiculous ,it defies the basic principle of life..change.
to be alive to possibility of change ,to accept it ,to live it ....is the only way to live..
those who are not defeated by it...those who are willing to change and to be the change are the true heroes...without giving up all that has been..
that does not mean that what has gone before has no value...it is the foundation of all change...
life does not exist in reaching ...but in the journey...
to win over the road ahead...to remember the road behind!
Monday, November 24, 2008
monster under my bed..
beneath the macho exterior , gruff voice and a rough manner hid a sensitive soul..
it had been a long day today...long but exciting ,tough but terrific.
Vinnie had been out camping with his mates , he had climbed up a steep hill without missing a beat ,he had dropped down the rock face in record time....through out the day he'd had been leading from the front.And doing it well.
now the last log had died glowing red in the bonfire ....the songs had been sung,the stories exchanged, the backs patted, the ghost story told..
the doors were all closed ,the wind howling along the jackals or was it only the jackals and no wind?all his mates were snug in their sleeping bags..so was he ,or seemed to be or should have been!
he could not sleep.
he could hear the wind wailing in the trees , he could see strange shadows on the walls of the wooden lodge ,he could feel his heart thumping....ghosts...lost souls....intangible monsters and all the things that go bump in the night were lurking slinking roving rambling prowling around ready to grab attack assault maul him if he moved a limb.he knew it .he could feel it.
he was awake and lonely in his wakefulness.his throat was dry and he needed a drink of water.but...he was in the attic of the lodge and the water was down the stairs..
he would die of thirst...
he would die of fear...
he tried to wake one of his friends , he grunted ,turned over and would not wake up...not at all.
perched on the top of the mountain,in the morning ,he had been scared but he had forgotten about his fear once he had taken the first step up!
he recalled it, he was scared now but maybe he would forget his fear once he would take his first step down.
he was trembling but he got up ..
he would definitely not die of thirst...
he thought and this thought brought a smile to him....and he was downstairs.
it had been a long day today...long but exciting ,tough but terrific.
Vinnie had been out camping with his mates , he had climbed up a steep hill without missing a beat ,he had dropped down the rock face in record time....through out the day he'd had been leading from the front.And doing it well.
now the last log had died glowing red in the bonfire ....the songs had been sung,the stories exchanged, the backs patted, the ghost story told..
the doors were all closed ,the wind howling along the jackals or was it only the jackals and no wind?all his mates were snug in their sleeping bags..so was he ,or seemed to be or should have been!
he could not sleep.
he could hear the wind wailing in the trees , he could see strange shadows on the walls of the wooden lodge ,he could feel his heart thumping....ghosts...lost souls....intangible monsters and all the things that go bump in the night were lurking slinking roving rambling prowling around ready to grab attack assault maul him if he moved a limb.he knew it .he could feel it.
he was awake and lonely in his wakefulness.his throat was dry and he needed a drink of water.but...he was in the attic of the lodge and the water was down the stairs..
he would die of thirst...
he would die of fear...
he tried to wake one of his friends , he grunted ,turned over and would not wake up...not at all.
perched on the top of the mountain,in the morning ,he had been scared but he had forgotten about his fear once he had taken the first step up!
he recalled it, he was scared now but maybe he would forget his fear once he would take his first step down.
he was trembling but he got up ..
he would definitely not die of thirst...
he thought and this thought brought a smile to him....and he was downstairs.
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