Theme: our need to ace everything gets in the way of our enjoyment and pleasure of the process.
.
.
.
I was sitting on a rather uncomfortable chair with one leg over the other. The lamp beside me was shining brightly - happily. The wind that was coming through the open window in front of me was soothingly cold and the clouds that covered the sky were drifting hand in hand. Everything seemed immersed in itself; living to the fullest.And there i was, thinking about the things i still had to do; still had to achieve. The fear had gotten to me once again and i froze in that terror of rejection.
Amidst my thoughts the chair gave out a low squeak and reminded me of the fact that perfection is surreal anyways.
.
.
.
Hajirah Writes
YOU ARE READING
My Ranting Place
RandomShort passages regarding my - Thoughts - Observations - Personal experiences - Fiction