A person sees this world through their own eyes, their own ideals, their own visions, plans, and aims, and everything is singularly decided and done with the self in the centre. While there is the context of people and their wide-ranging emotions, plans, ideas, visions, and aims right in front, in conjunction or in contradiction, a point arrives where an individual realises they have come up so far from their previous life that they see no one from the point they came from to the point towards which they are going. It is a fact, no doubt. People are still there, because one rubs shoulders with people of all kinds, but those individuals are highly unlikely to create meaningful connections, as is the need at the most critical point of life.
Naturally, the decisions taken today will affect the years ahead as has happened before. But this time, it is sort of do and die. At a time when a person feels they are at the prime of life, with the money, power, and everything anyone could ask for, they are left with nothing but an echoing silence at the end of every night. So, yes, an individual becomes that one disappointing person who has been a failure just because the world has just stopped responding, as if they are invisible, and the mind goes back to engaging in multiple layers of logics only trying to figure out a single opening to bounce back to the real world where a real world is happening, and they are definitely a part of it. This means needing to alter the status quo from a point where nothing feels like it is going in one’s direction to a point where some things at least begin to go in that direction. It is very simple and complex at the same time. It is because a person comes from so down that they cannot let go of what they have due to a constant fear that it will go. After all, nothing really stays while people wait to get and work hard for what really makes them human.
There are often no expectations as such because the individual has always tried to be smarter, thinking of all possibilities in the head. Still, there are, of course, chances that while a mind might have thought of 100 things, there are 1000 or lakhs of other possibilities. It is easy to directly blame the vagaries of life that lead to a place where one works as a small part of a small thing, seen as someone who is capable of good things but not knowing which, taking every bit of bad thing to heart despite it being far from anything to firmly believe or make up in life.
Basically, the one singular idea that comes down is severe underperformance over all the years, and on top of that, taking decisions to lock oneself away from the world—sans money, sans power, sans connections, sans a reason and permission to go anywhere for any good or bad decision, sans respect, leaving a person sans time and confidence. Yet there is so much left to do. A person can feel it in the bones that the time is here asking to just do it, for god’s sake, and then move on to other important things like building a family where one becomes real rather than just a cartoon who has been proven a joker for no good reason or incentive. Instead, an individual should have been where they should have been, but because of so many decisions, some in control and some that one cannot predict, life is left in a lurch, away from the mainstream and stripped of things that the world would have no measure of.
Films, literature, travel, poetry, and reaching people with grit and ambitions should have happened. Instead, a person ends up here. But again, there is gratitude for being here. This state takes so much, yet there is so much left that this current state is nothing. This is just a speck of what a mind can offer the world, but boredom sets in because the head cannot get around how to get to where it needs to be.
Now, one wonders what to do or even not do. The self is back to the same ideals with a growth in intellect, with more responsibility, experience, facts, and stories, which are none of their own because the individual was never the central character in any of them. A person remains a mere spectator, even proud that the world could perceive them as a spectator. Such is the state of pity, power, and ambitions, and every outcome seems based upon what one does about it. It is hard to know what to do about it at all. A mind feels like it is too much for the world, whereas the world does not even recall the person. So, basically, it is about the world and the individual in it, and what to do about it as everyone does something to make sense of it.
