I was never born a prodigy, but somehow I was bestowed with
some other characteristic. I was always a good protégé. Right from my childhood
days, I was more of a follower than a leader. The elderly would direct me and I
would simply follow. Call it grasping power, or the ability to comprehend,
people usually appreciated my simple approach to pick and follow and everything
went as smooth as a warm butter.
Usually, people would designate the inspiring moments of
their lives with accolades and accomplishments. However, my span of being a
“good boy” (as per the social norms) was extremely short lived and was invaded
by shadows of lows and darkness intermittently.
But as I usually put it, “Goodness is silhouetted best in
the darkness of badness”.
So, my inspiration story has an unusual shade of grey
against which my accomplishments shall finally shine brightly. Even I was
oblivious of the outcomes that were to follow.
Without much ado, I would simply state the most inspiring moment
of my life. The moments when I felt most inspired were when I was beaten to the
ground and the world around me had started to crumble. Every morning, I would
wake up, look at myself in the mirror and told myself, “This doesn’t feel
right, I need to change it.” And then, I would set myself to the task of
wondering how to go about it. That very process of self-inspection and
exploration exposed me to a new realm of inspiration.
That ‘pensive’ state was most inspiring for me. I was tagged
as a perfect euphemism for “looser” and I was relieved of the burden of
expectations from the society. Although it looked as if life was nothing more
than a morbid game, there was something lurking inside. Something was waiting
for just the right time to explode, and overturn the tide. My inspiring moment
was not a blink of an eye , it was a series of insomnious nights when the
eyelids won’t blink.
Previously, every effort to absorb inspiration from the
external world failed.
But, now I know the path of success, simply because I have
met many failures on the way. I have learnt not to grope for inspiration in
perishable moments of incidents but make them a state of mind.
-SAM..
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