Life is what you make it.

For the past few months, things have been a little off..

To my horror, I seemed to have lost all interest in writing and reading, I realized that I'd been totally demotivated by many events... Boredom does that to people a lot.

But then, today I read this amazing book, "Life is what you make it" by Preeti Shenoy. ( http://preetishenoy.com/index.html )

The book ends with the protagonist surviving many ordeals because a complete stranger had so much faith in her. I wanted to connect with the protagonist at that level... but instead, I ended up with hundreds of questions swarming in my head about many different things (some stuff like theism which is in no way related to the book) :P


Reading the book also made me question many parameters of my own life... You know, the kind of thoughts that really get you thinking...
Does anyone have that sort of faith in me? A person who knows my gray shades but still blindly trusts the "good" in me to overcome every obstacle?
what makes me the kind of person I am?
If I behave in a certain way, is it because of my past experiences or is it because of my contemplations about the future?
Whatever it is, how do I get it across to the people who matter?
Talking about the 'people who matter', do I matter to them equally, or are my emotions totally one sided and futile?
And the questions go on...

As I sat in my favourite "dark corner" of the house and searched for answers to these questions...
I realized that everyone needs that thrust, that proverbial "ray of hope" to keep them going in the right direction.. and when you think about it over and over again..feel lost and want to give up... remember that Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the lights. :))

Still, I promise to myself, I will find answers to these questions some day, and put them up in another blog post... :)

For now, I'll leave you with a few lines from the poem mentioned in the beginning of the book....

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate;
I am the captain of my soul.