What has happened to me? Have I stopped thinking or have I suddenly run out of Ideas? I don’t think of writing anymore. It feels as if I have better things to do. Life is big and writing doesn’t seem to fill the empty spaces.
Is my motivation lost?
All enthusiasm gone?
Was my excitement an illusion?
I see myself suffering in the agony of problems,
Problems that eat my mind and do no kind,
Just give pain!
Ranging from trivial to criminal, they speak to me,
Telling, I cannot chage my mind or the worldly kind,
That I can make no difference in my limited time.
A difference important for the world to see,
One that would make problems flee,
If you make yourself more than just a man, if you devote yourself to an ideal… you become something else entirely. A legend!
By Sudhir
honest essays about growing up, faith + loving others well.
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