Nope. This is not what you think it is. I'm no advocate for religion. Before we break that down, I'd like to talk about hope. Hope, to most of us is just another four letter word. As kids, hope is the feeling you have when India needs a boundary of the last ball and MS Dhoni is on strike. As you grow older, hope morphs itself. Your understanding of hope is as fuzzy as the vision of a drunk doper. Yep. Double power. When you're in college, hope is that little thing inside you that consoles you when you're having a breakdown. It's that little thing inside you that convinces you to wait for an opportunity. It gives you that reserve confidence to fight back and claim your spot. A lot of what I'm writing is either directly or indirectly chained to the doomed gates of engineering. What if I never wanted this? What if I was blindsided into making this decision? What if I want to write? Am I still not a kid? Hope is that little thing that flashes in front of your eyes that draws a little smile that allows you to fight through the pain. Hope is a good thing. Or maybe not. All I'm doing is hanging by a thread. Maybe that's why I'm wearing a sacred thread. Oh, did I just go on ranting about hope? Must make more clever title choices. Duly noted!
According to Mr. Robot, fsociety is a hacker group led by Elliot. I'd like to take it for the literal meaning, fuck society. Are my dreams that powerless against the societal pressure? Do they not qualify as ambitions? I'm just another engineering student. Having fought a million sperms to come here, I have lost myself among millions others. Why wasn't I the sperm that lost the race? Why'd I have to win, only to be taught to live a life as per societal norms? It pains me. The things I loved to do depress me now. fsociety. Hypocrites, everywhere. I'd save that for another day. Is it too unholy to pursue my passion? Is it a crime to not want to be an engineer? To me, it is just a portal to truly finding myself. Clearly, I'm not suffering. There are people going through far worse. I have not the right to complain. Do I at least have the right to tread the path I want to? Am I truly that powerless? fsociety. Finding solace in my past fills my heart with a sense o...
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