Often I have noticed people getting satisfied with the little success they get as touchwood. I’m not here to judge anybody for their strive for success or the number of failures they have come across during their reign of mortality.
Neither am I stating any point. This story or u might say it as a dissatisfied state of mind being expressed in words.
Why does every achievement fades so quickly when u are a grown up compared to that in child hood when even a small thing seemed so eye catching and all that mattered was to get that thing until someone else gets it.
But back then also days were tough, it always was. But still the dependency was always there. There was always someone when it came to guidance. My father took two steps forward to hold me when I was about to fall and my mother stayed behind me to ensure that I don’t fall back.
They made me walk when all I did was crawl and reach the top most steps and try to come back but were unable to do it as I got nervous with the height while descending.
