Lost and Found

Sometimes I wonder why me ? Then I would tilt my head and get lost in the never-ending debate of meaning of life. Today was a little different. I was lost. I was a different person, yet again and I was reminded of it on regular basis. Today, I felt like I had lost my importance. The world was running without me.  I was growing up, I stood there, gaping in the mirror. I had these thick facial hair growing up. I hadn't done anything remarkable, anything that I had planned I would. The reverse cultural shock was apparent. Instead of crying and regretting later on, I decided to get my shit together and message all the important people and get all the important information and live up to my dreams. But reality had other plans. I didn't get a single response from any of my comrades and alumni. I felt desolated, devastated.  The people, I thought respected me, were lost in their own delusional world of importance and 'who does the best'. People I loved were busy with there lives. And there was this thought, at the back of my head, which kept bothering me, 'Sarwar sahab ki gaari chori hogayi, how would he manage? He was just a hardworking teacher, why him?' . The reality looked at me like a punching bag and it was showering it punches. That's not enough to get me down. One new episode of Naruto and I was back to my old self. People change and people help each other. Good people are everywhere and you just need to work harder and harder. Life will find you well. Just do what you want to do. I had found myself again. A happy old fuck. Eventually, my comrades got back to me, one of them actually planned out a little something that would restore my lost spirit. And, as I write this story of my predicament and dilemma, my senior Alumni got back to me as well! I guess people are busy sometimes, a "seen" on facebook chat with no response doesn't mean it's the end of the world. They get back to you eventually and its my time to get back to the people who look up to me ! Over and out!