There are so many things you can do without, in life. And one, of them would be this never-ending, vicious cycle of expectations.
There’d always be a cousin who’s abroad and is doing very well for himself. Or a neighbour, who is studying in the IIT. Or one specific somebody, who’d be everything you would be “expected” to replicate.
Cut to phase 2, when you’re done with graduation. When the world wouldn’t let you pause or take a breath. Because, before you know it, people would begin shoving “Hey, so what next?” down your throats. And if you don’t have a plan ready, they’d have one ready-made. A plan that’s been tried and tested a million times over, yet not one hundred percent fail-safe.
Enter phase 3, and you’re surrounded by benchmarks you don’t have a choice but to drown yourself in. Benchmarks and, status symbols – Of 6 figure salaries and a big brown mercedes. Of a palatial house in the vicinity and a couple of trips to the New York city. Of posh, skimpy clothes and plush, velvety shoes. Of goals, you’re asked to chase, in a chaos you wouldn’t have bothered to choose.
And, in the process, you don’t get to enjoy the journey you’re asked to be a part of – because, the focus, unfortunately, is always on the destination.
But hey. Here’s the deal. Despite all the compromises you might be required to make, you can’t let anyone puncture the eccentricity out of your soul. Or disrupt your momentum. Or drive you into making decisions you’d regret or have second thoughts about, later. Because, at the end of the day, it’s your ride after all.
P.S. Quite a long post, this. A little late into the night too. But trust me, I’m sober.