Finally I will be having a real job two weeks from now. Sounds wonderful though I have no idea what the job is about. The place is one I have no idea about. A different language, a different culture. So I'm a bit apprehensive.
After two years of staying at home, leaving your family seems quite difficult. I believe I wouldn't have felt so bad if I had got out immediately after passing out of college. Still, that was not to be.
In two years, I have learnt many things. I believe I am a bit more sensible and humble than I was. I still can't believe how foolish I was during those days. Life takes us through paths we find difficult, to make us better persons. That is the summary of my two years' experience.
Now, I have no regrets. I admit that I have made mistakes, gross errors of judgement and almost ruined my career. Still, life wouldn't have seemed as sweet as it is now but for those mistakes. Sure, the pain is unbearable when you are going through a difficult phase. But once you are through, nothing gives you a greater satisfaction than the memories of how you survived with your integrity and conscience intact.
In retrospect, I would admit that all the mistakes I had committed were good ones to make. I wouldn't have been as contented as I am today had I chosen any other path. My parents seem a bit upset that I'm going away. I'm upset too but none of it changes the fact that I'm happy with my decisions and wouldn't exchange my life for anything else.
Some time ago, I hated my life. Now I call myself stupid for shedding those unwanted tears. Then I hated the conspiracies of the universe. Life was not fair. Well, now I love the conspiracies and life is still not fair, but now it is tilted in my favour.
Strange is man, for a moment of pain can wipe out his memories of a lifetime of happiness but then again, a moment of happiness can erase the pains of a lifetime of desperation, too.
