Purpose

I have learnt that you can only work on something with all your heart if you have purpose with you. I reealised mine in the past few months. When it comes, it comes like a wave breaking right in front of you. There is a sudden clearing right in front of you. You see a light in the distance, your vision is not crowded with obstacles. What you used to see was regret, self pity, past. And you were on the palanquin of the present, with no control of you're direction. But now I am on my feet. I see other people on palanquins, most of them in groups. Everyone knows where they want to go, but no one knows why. One of them points to a direction, the word gets out, and everybody follows. There are men on the feet, with control. But they are on television, newspapers. No one knew them until they delivered what they were meant to. No one saw how they got there, until they got there. 

My blindfold has untied itself and has remained in my pocket ever since; so that everytime I come close to vanquish, I can take it out and feel the remorse, how pathetic I was, to charge me with hate and repel me from that past. I see that I have to love what I hate, and love it while doing that, and do that every morning when my eyes open, till the time they close when the day ends. I am going to sit back and drink every last drop of what the world bestows on me for my struggle, there will be that day. And that day is the light in the distance. When you see the light, you don't have to work your way towards it. It draws you towards it.