I was in my early teens and had big aspirations .You may think what is wrong with that but the aspiration I had were not exactly the same thing that I wanted out of life. I wanted something else and I still want that and is the true me but I aspired for something else, I thought that the big dream of mine will one day lead to what I actually want, what I am passionate about.
The outcome of the handwriting was actually what I got out of life.
Take a bird and put it in a cage it will survive but put it in a glass box filled with vacuum it won't even survive for few hours. And the monotony and boredom which I felt due to lack of interest was my glass box filled with vacuum but I am no bird and I managed to survive it for a year and I had been in a cage for the year before.
All that kept me going was illusion that all this will end .And today it ends. I am free I am out of the glass cage and breathing oxygen and it's combining with the haemoglobin and going to my brain and my heart and I am completely free and happy. I am not at war anymore I am on my way to base camp.
I don't know what I am going to do now when I don't have that so called aspirations to fulfil and have no war to fight with myself. Maybe I will try to figure out a way how to achieve what I actually want out of life.
But the thing I will do today is I will enjoy my first day of freedom.