Confused

  I remember walking into my coaching institute on the first day, a year ago. The teacher asked for a self-introduction, and I stood tall as a mountain, my eyes gleaming with the vision of what lay ahead—mountains to scale, winds to chase, rivers to cross. I stood strong, undeterred, a "Sentinel," ready for battle. Alas, today, I stand as a fallen soldier—defeated and wounded. The world has moved ahead—a train chugging away, its screeches echoing in my ears as I fall behind, unable to catch it. I see a crushed dream, the missed bus, and people marching ahead. Life takes its course, and the righteous take their place first. But I too shall have my day. Today, I stand as an uncut diamond. Someday, I will shine as bright as the "Kohinoor." Your time too shall come. Whether the journey is as slow as a turtle or as fast as a cheetah, the destination awaits. The day will come—when I move faster than the wind, when no mountain stands uncrossed, and no river is left unconqu...