At the end.

You know you want something more than you want life when nothing matters but this. Sacrificed everything, left everyone. Am on my own, struggle till the end. Everything seems meaningless, life’s first tragedy or true love’s first kiss.

Barely having time to close my eyes, 11-12 hours seem less, days left few but feel so heavy and many. The eccentricity keeps your fuel going. No love, no care can push you like your desperation, more.

Friends aren’t revision, they wait for you. It’s your turn. Give it the best. Give it relentlessly, give it hopelessly. Give it yourself. Your entire self. Even if it demands your soul and smile. It’s worth it. Nothing tastes better than Victory’s Bliss.

We form these memories daily. These struggles should feel a victory- else they’re the Ashes of burden. These days are memories, you want to look back to. Because, at the end of these days- you’ve conquered what you came for.

{ Conquer what you came for.}