I feel like some set of people are on the top of a small hill and I am standing at the foot of the same hill, trying hard to get to the top. I sense the people trying hard to coax me to try harder, to console me by saying dont worry u'll manage someday. But why the hell am I trying to go up there, when I very well know there might not be anything interesting once I reach up there? Why am I ignoring the rest of the flat ground around me, which is more vast, more open, and more welcoming? Why am I ignoring the possibilities of seeking a new direction? Why do I insist on being a 'me too'? Why do I want to remain ordinary? Why do I want to keep following the routine when I know I dont like it a bit? Why do I stay in the company of those who are so well settled with their routines? Why do I get intimidated by those who dare to be different? Why cant I break free? Why do I want to be different but at the same time adhere to the set rules of a typical life?
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