At times, tremendous quantity of thoughts just swarm in your mind and apparently they do find an exit even more quickly. Out of these thoughts what smothers the most is death of some of the relevant ones. Its like the inside always tells that we could have capitalized but somehow i have disappointed myself.
The guilt does not dies here, but it continues to even a greater extent when it is further backed by in-numerous failed attempts on the remaining few thoughts, which have luckily survived till now.
I hope some of these attempts will succeed someday, at least before i happen to loose my enthusiasm, will and most importantly the swarming thoughts.
The guilt does not dies here, but it continues to even a greater extent when it is further backed by in-numerous failed attempts on the remaining few thoughts, which have luckily survived till now.
I hope some of these attempts will succeed someday, at least before i happen to loose my enthusiasm, will and most importantly the swarming thoughts.
