Pursue

Our society, I believe, has its own twisted definition of Darwin’s “Survival of the fittest”,
For it clearly reminds us time and again, about how it wants to be impressed –
“He owns a two-storey apartment, he drives to office in his own car,
He’s been to the U.S. twice, oh my God, he is such a star!”
“She works at Xyz. Everyone’s so proud of her –
See how the world will look up to you if you become an engineer.”
We’re expected to be, even if we ain’t cut out to be, where the rest of the world is,
We’re expected to fit ourselves in, into the society’s definition of success and bliss,
We’re forced to run a race we don’t even intend to be a part of,
We run it, but, because we’ve grown to fear becoming a failure, we’ve grown to fear being written off,
So we begin to bury our insecurities deep within, and without a clue,
We send our dreams back to sleep, we begin to chase what we are asked to,
But every time we pause, gasp for breath, and look out for that fresh whiff of air, we figure –
Our passion is what we univocally turn towards, for solace amidst all the chaos, for clarity amidst all the blur.
Cheers!

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