The fate of dream
Rupesh was on his way to becoming a doctor. He was pursuing his bachelor’s degree in medicine, one of the most costly degrees one could pursue.
Rupesh was on his way to becoming a doctor. He was pursuing his bachelor’s degree in medicine, one of the most costly degrees one could pursue.
It was a just a normal night. There wasn’t anything unusual about it. The weather was just right, neither hot, nor cold. It was quiet. The sounds of vehicles and daily activities that used to fill the air during the day had all but died down.
One of the toughest things about making your life better is remembering to practice what you’ve learned in moments of stress, frustration, and hardship.
He was low on energy and inner strength. He had no desire to learn or to understand. He was struggling with constant fear of failure—not a single second fleeted by without haunting him with the consequences of failing.
The biggest lie that we say to ourselves is “I will do it tomorrow.” The tomorrow never comes. Or rather every tomorrow comes with another tomorrow.
It was 2072. Another new year had arrived with new hopes, new ambitions, and new resolutions.