There are times, moments in your life when you have more questions then answers, more self doubts then faith and you cease to be the driver of your own destiny. And this moment of time I have more questions than answers.
Where do these questions come from anyways, why they have to take away my peace of mind, make me insomniac? Guess reading a self help book could possible answer some of my question. But I won’t do it. I have too much pride in me which forbids me to do that.
Frustration is my companion now days. I feel frustrated, frustrated with the college, with the surroundings, with my friends. I have started enjoying staying alone, sitting in one corner of my room and looking up at the ceiling wondering were am I headed.
May be I will never be able to answer all the life’s question but hopefully I will be able to answer few of them.
