It’s almost the next day now, started working yesterday at 6 am!
Feeling tired.
I am so drained.
I just want to crash.
But a voice in me.
A burning sensation in me.
A craving in me.
Says that “I should not stop”, I will not dare stop and I can’t stop now.
I know I am reaching there. I am almost there; I know it, and I can feel it. I am preparing myself for the big game.
And when luck strikes again I should be prepared to take that shot.
I failed to make or finish a lot of shots. But I will not fail to take that shot.
If I don’t try for my own victory, then who else will try for me?
People think that I am a workaholic, nah – that’s fine, till it’s my war.
But I think that I should be realistically sensible as I haven’t reached there yet.
None knows my goals.
None understands my goals and why should they anyway?
I have always told my goals to the wrong people in the room. So I don’t do that anymore.
A workaholic is a character.
And I am that character when am working.
What else should one be, when working?
If I think about my family while working and think about work while am with family then I will never have any focus on what am trying to achieve.
Who am I?
Spiderman, Batman or Minnal Murali?
Well am all that, am everyone mentioned there!
Am a Spiderman at work.
Am a Batman to & with my family.
And am Minnal Murali to my friends.
Only if I am them can I be myself!
My goals change every year, last year it was X and after I achieved it became Y. The chase is always on.
Without a goal what is life all about?
You need something to chase, right?
A wise kid once told me – “when playing football if there is no need to score a goal, then there won’t be a Ronaldo nor a Messi”.
Yes, after writing this I am no longer tired, weak nor exhausted!
