In pragmatic times around, the above choice of progress or emotion is a no-brainer. Progress is what everyone desires as it is the base pillar for everyone's virtual reality of happiness. If you think I made a mistake in calling happiness out of progress a virtual reality, I would beg to differ. Ask any person who is making progress in different walks of life and they appear to be happy, but are they? There is a thought that always crosses an individual's mind whether the sacrifice they made was good enough for the outcome. If the outcome of their progress is contentious they appear to be happy but still regret making the sacrifice.
So are emotions a better pathway to attaining true hysteria. The answer to this is probably not. We might have not made any sacrifices to progress because of which success can never be achieved in any small or long term goals. This leads to a poor lifestyle creating unrest in people around you causing distress to you.
This war of emotions and progress has been a part of everyone's life at some point or the other. This blog is something around such struggles faced many times through my personal life. It starts all the way from my boyhood days in school where after a few years of gaining knowledge about the world I went ahead and made a remarkable group of friends.
Friendships like these create memories which are etched in our minds forever. You feel the closest to hysteria until you move from school to high school and then land up in a college. By now you have noticed many friends are taking different paths to progress and thus making different choices. Distances creep into friendships like venom in blood. You slowly phase out of the friendships made and start making new friends. Peers and friends from the teenage are different as you take the step into adulthood with them and share a lot amongst. You learn things the hard way with these friends and learn how to smile in the face of adversity. This emotion falsifies you to believe that finally your emotional environmental quotient is like still water until a pebble just skims the surface creating ripples.
I went through a totally different predicament as I was actually that pebble as I decided to fly out rather than run out of my shell. As distances act like venom when the distance increases the only possible reaction is catastrophic. "Change is the biggest propeller of Progress" are famous quotes known to mankind and so I brought about a huge change to propel my progress. Today marks three years of trying to make it on my own out of my hometown and home country, and as I ponder on whether bringing about change is a smart move I always end up with the same war. It was progress I chose to achieve and so I did with efforts for which I never knew existed in me. Right of the blocks able to expand me and my families lifestyle to a higher level, I did feel a small sense of happiness along with increasing ambitions.
Then on every odd night I think of the things that did bite the dust and that list is pretty huge. I guess drastic changes just bought drastic repercussions that does wound my inners to a great extent. The first thing you notice is a gradual decline in communication which finally results in no responses over time as suddenly the fear creeps in that people back home have moved on without me. I don't fault them at all in this as the choice was mine and it starts rubbing salt into those wounds. If that was not enough, your college sweetheart who was left behind tries along with you to diffuse the distances which finally culminates in failure as the power to diffuse finally comes to a wrecking ball end. You then try making new friends and that is when you realize making friends as adults is never going to be the same as the ones during the boyhood or teenage face as everyone is going through the same war and have realized the harshest reality of modern life, "Cut-Throat Competition".
This war will definitely never have a treaty signed and so will continue to remain a myth.
So are emotions a better pathway to attaining true hysteria. The answer to this is probably not. We might have not made any sacrifices to progress because of which success can never be achieved in any small or long term goals. This leads to a poor lifestyle creating unrest in people around you causing distress to you.
This war of emotions and progress has been a part of everyone's life at some point or the other. This blog is something around such struggles faced many times through my personal life. It starts all the way from my boyhood days in school where after a few years of gaining knowledge about the world I went ahead and made a remarkable group of friends.
Friendships like these create memories which are etched in our minds forever. You feel the closest to hysteria until you move from school to high school and then land up in a college. By now you have noticed many friends are taking different paths to progress and thus making different choices. Distances creep into friendships like venom in blood. You slowly phase out of the friendships made and start making new friends. Peers and friends from the teenage are different as you take the step into adulthood with them and share a lot amongst. You learn things the hard way with these friends and learn how to smile in the face of adversity. This emotion falsifies you to believe that finally your emotional environmental quotient is like still water until a pebble just skims the surface creating ripples.
I went through a totally different predicament as I was actually that pebble as I decided to fly out rather than run out of my shell. As distances act like venom when the distance increases the only possible reaction is catastrophic. "Change is the biggest propeller of Progress" are famous quotes known to mankind and so I brought about a huge change to propel my progress. Today marks three years of trying to make it on my own out of my hometown and home country, and as I ponder on whether bringing about change is a smart move I always end up with the same war. It was progress I chose to achieve and so I did with efforts for which I never knew existed in me. Right of the blocks able to expand me and my families lifestyle to a higher level, I did feel a small sense of happiness along with increasing ambitions.
Then on every odd night I think of the things that did bite the dust and that list is pretty huge. I guess drastic changes just bought drastic repercussions that does wound my inners to a great extent. The first thing you notice is a gradual decline in communication which finally results in no responses over time as suddenly the fear creeps in that people back home have moved on without me. I don't fault them at all in this as the choice was mine and it starts rubbing salt into those wounds. If that was not enough, your college sweetheart who was left behind tries along with you to diffuse the distances which finally culminates in failure as the power to diffuse finally comes to a wrecking ball end. You then try making new friends and that is when you realize making friends as adults is never going to be the same as the ones during the boyhood or teenage face as everyone is going through the same war and have realized the harshest reality of modern life, "Cut-Throat Competition".
This war will definitely never have a treaty signed and so will continue to remain a myth.
