I Fall, But To Rise Again.

I remember reading about a box called the " Pandora's box ". From what i recollect, it was said that as long as the box remained closed, the human race would be happy. But that was not to be. The box was opened and many destructive energies flew out of it. ( plague, famine, jealousy and the like ). The last to come out was hope.
& it is to hope that we cling. Even the worst pessimist lives in hope that he shall never come across a situation which he will not be able to find fault with. I am no exception.

I have found myself in a soup every time i ventured to excel academically, professionally or otherwise.
Each time a new soup. If life's soups were tangible i would have made a great chef!
Every time i have performed an autopsy on my failed attempts, each time i had a somebody/something to blame.

I read in a motivational book the experiences of a man who recounted how he regretted not trying out things in his heydays. I realised i already had such a " regret list " ready at this stage of life. If i did not act, the list would be burdensome.

I looked up the calendar and realised it was 100 days to my Birthday. And come what may, i am going to make these days count. Like the Eagle which halfway through its life stays without food for 3 months to grow a new beak and healthy set of feathers to live i shall be reborn. ( REBIRTH OF THE EAGLE )

We rise from the earth and it is in it our ashes go. But as long as i live, i shall rise from my ashes like the Phoenix. Its high time i shooed the Dementors away.
Time to say.....................................    Expecto Patronum !