I've never been an F1 driver, but right now, my life feels like I've crossed the start/finish line with 40 laps to go with a car crawling all over my rear view mirrors and I've looked up at my pit-board to see that the difference to the car behind me has shrunk and there's one big, forlorn word, all in capitals, conveying a simple, frightening message: PUSH.
Having spent three months struggling to put together three things to do for one day, I suddenly find myself with one day left and three places I really want to be, at the same time.
However, the truth is that it's stupid to get upset about stuff like this. Life is all about moving on and looking ahead, apparently. The visa is here, everything else is set and this is going to be the best year of my life, apparently.
There's actually very little to stop me from leaving. And I wish there was. I so, so wish there was.
I'm not sure if there's a point to this story but I'm going to tell it again.
- Eashan Ghosh
- India
- I've been wilfully caught up in the self-defeating quest to get to know myself for years. I've never expected anything beneficial to result from such a quest. I tend to evoke extremely polarised reactions from people I get to know in passing. Consequently, only those people who know me inside-out would honestly claim that I'm a person who's just "alright." It's not a coincidence that the description I've laid out above has no fewer than, title included, eleven references to me (make that twelve). I'm affectionately referred to as "Ego." I think that last statement might have given away a tad too much. Welcome Aboard.
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