When I was in Class IX , there was a poem in our English literature by Robert Frost : The road not taken . Our teacher told us that this poem will become more and more meaningful as you grow up and start facing the world. I didn’t care much about what she said. But now, everything seems so relevent.
I was a bright student till my XIIth standard. After that things took its turn. There were many opportunities before me, but I discarded all of them to pursue my dream which ofcourse I failed to succeed. Now I am in a place where I don’t belong, everything inside me burns with regret for not seizing the chance I had. Little did I know it was going to be the best I could get back then.
Now I try to pick myself up, reassuring its not the end yet until I win. But sometimes I find myself in tears, wondering if I am going to end up being a mediocre,living a life I never imagined for myself.
But my hopes keep me going even though I have failed innumerable times and let the hopes of my near and dear ones shatter. I was mentally and physically exhausted.
My journey uptill now has mostly been a failure. But I won’t end up like this. I will be successful someday. Yes, I believe I will win.