The race in darkness

Exams are nearly over, and the saddest sometimes i guess, is failing at the crux of it all. Its like you just lack that last grit to finish that which you have accomplished before. It is not giving up halfway up the mountain climb, its not falling at the last hurdle. Somehow in those instances, you are conscious and aware of how far you have gone. Its more like racing with a submarine that is piloted by all calculations and theories, you are in the dark about how everything is turning out until the very end, when you realise the miss.

But however it seems like a human condition, i guess it is only through this constant striving that you learn. It is absurd, but absurdity only comes with commitment and devotion. And the exuberance of imagination is what you need, sometimes, to finish that final piece.

Emily Dickinson

The heart asks pleasure first,
And then, excuse from pain;
And then, those little anodynes
That deaden suffering,

And then, to go to sleep;
And then, if it should be
The will of its Inquisitor,
The liberty to die.