Frustrating, desperate, frightening is how I describe my past, present, and future.

Frustrating because the last 5 to 6 years has been a walk down the ‘unsuccessful’ path.
Haven’t experienced the Midas touch where whatever I touched led to a success story.
This has led to the violent affair with desperation, ” I want to succeed. ”

To succeed does one have to enjoy what he’s doing?

The future looks bleak, dark and frightening. How long will this phase last?
When will the sweet breeze of success sweep me off my feet? Or is it destinys way of
saying “Wait, I’ll give you the best.”

For once I’ll agree here, I’ll wait because the best is yet to come.

Concluding with one of my favourite quotes:
“when you desperately need something, the whole world conspires for you to have it.“