There have been lots of days in this year where i have sat down, thought about lots of things from my career to my travel fantasies to my life after MBA to my photography as to where it is heading. The year got lost somewhere in between all this. Its already 10 days into the last month of the year and i wake up now and Check where was i lost. There are absolutely 1000s of reasons for which i can hate and have to forget this year. It was 300 days of rubbish and cribbing. The rest 45 days till now have kept me moving.
It has been more than a year i have posted a photo on my photo blog. I don't want to kill it... I sit and shed tears whenever i see that, but other than that i haven't done anything productive to kick start it again. It was a thing that kept me motivated and moving at one point and now i have been so busy searching my life that i have lost most of the valuable moments in life. Now I have broken my Camera. The most priced possession i had and all i have now is a pile of rubble (Exaggerating).
I loved to write and i did so somewhere or the other either in one of my earlier blogs or in a diary. The last time i picked up the dairy was to crib about something and the blog has been a perfect partner for my birthday posts. It all started when i saw everyone bliogging. I thought it was cool. I started. It helped me a lot and now again i lost it somewhere in transition.
I also loved traveling. I want to travel all my life's savings. But I haven't made any attempt in that direction.
Seeing all this, I feel Disgusted about myself. I feel like a wannabe. This is probably because there are too many souls now a days who are suddenly in love with photography and who want to travel. I fear that people might think i am another amateur.
This year has personified the feeling a lot more. I have done a lot of things in this year, but when i look back at it, its all blur and blank. I see nothing substantial.
If at all there was a book of my life, 2014 would be 300 pages of blank sheets. Nothing written or something illegible scribbled.
I have made enough resolutions, I have moved on from the fact that i have to make resolutions to achieve something.
2014 GET LOST..
It has been more than a year i have posted a photo on my photo blog. I don't want to kill it... I sit and shed tears whenever i see that, but other than that i haven't done anything productive to kick start it again. It was a thing that kept me motivated and moving at one point and now i have been so busy searching my life that i have lost most of the valuable moments in life. Now I have broken my Camera. The most priced possession i had and all i have now is a pile of rubble (Exaggerating).
I loved to write and i did so somewhere or the other either in one of my earlier blogs or in a diary. The last time i picked up the dairy was to crib about something and the blog has been a perfect partner for my birthday posts. It all started when i saw everyone bliogging. I thought it was cool. I started. It helped me a lot and now again i lost it somewhere in transition.
I also loved traveling. I want to travel all my life's savings. But I haven't made any attempt in that direction.
Seeing all this, I feel Disgusted about myself. I feel like a wannabe. This is probably because there are too many souls now a days who are suddenly in love with photography and who want to travel. I fear that people might think i am another amateur.
This year has personified the feeling a lot more. I have done a lot of things in this year, but when i look back at it, its all blur and blank. I see nothing substantial.
If at all there was a book of my life, 2014 would be 300 pages of blank sheets. Nothing written or something illegible scribbled.
I have made enough resolutions, I have moved on from the fact that i have to make resolutions to achieve something.
2014 GET LOST..
