Whose life do we live

My mother’s aim was to groom me well. My teacher’s to tutor me.
My brother passed his wise comments; My father said be successful and amidst them all I forget what I want to be.
Who’s life do I live and which way do I go?
I let people decide or make my path and then I fell home alone (felt unsuccessful even after being successful).
I feel like a half full glass, where my destiny is partly decided and the rest they leave me in the harsh wind to fly with it.
Had I had a sense of direction I could have sailed my life smooth,
But here I stand facing the unrest of future as quickly things move. Hoping a little more I do justice to life … I take all the pain in my heart.
Creating new footsteps in the walk of life a hope to learn from the start.
Life did not demand much from me, just a minute or two of silence. But I lost it all in the noise of the world unable to hear myself that stood right beside me.
I just want; I just want … I often say.. not wondering still whose wants I am living upto. Man was created as a simple being and his demands were so limited. How come then my want is so different than what my ancestors needed.
I simply ponder on the needs I created and how real they are? Do I really need them to smile or to be a part (of people)? My life has been like a car .. racing demands of my mind…. following what others think of success and beginning to push me high..(motivate me)…
Is this success - that at the end of the day makes me think how I can break free or how artificial my life is to actually what I want to be.

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