Hurrah, it was my graduation. After 4 years of studies, dedication to my books. Books that I thought would help my future and would make the path clear for me. It was finally over. It was a joyful one. Didn’t come with first class, but with a second class that wasn’t bad. Yes, I celebrated, but what next? You tell me!
Life hit after school. Tell me what to do? A mathematics graduate who should have mastered the art of data analytics to solve problems in businesses. A mathematics graduate who had a lot of potential in analyzing problems and critically thinking to bring out solutions. This mathematics graduate doubled as a computer scientist who could manipulate codes, was still left to his fate, and it's his room that is his employer. What is this telling you? Life in books might be good, but what will the future say if I don’t make it with all the certificates? Did I make it, or did I die trying?
I am on a lonely path. A path many can relate to, but none can help. A path with many dark sides, and my only compass is my determination. A path that comes with many promises, but I can't say it will be fulfilled at the end of the day. From mathematics to business, from business to cloud, and tomorrow I might not know where I will be. In all this, it's our hope that keeps us going. Faith that tomorrow will be better. But what is the guarantee that my cloud certificate will get me the apex I’ve always dreamt of? What is the guarantee that my life will be better with all that I have been doing? What if it's just a mirage to say success will come, or I just have to keep walking that path? You tell me.
In every corner of my life, I envision success, I draw closer, and realize it might be that far again. With each step I take, it’s a step closer, yet it feels like a road that has no end. What will the world say if I had not tried? Now that I have tried, what will the world do to let me succeed?
Maybe if there were to be a threshold of pain till success, we could have had more faith. Faith for how long? Hope for how long? As the going gets tougher, our hopes turn to feed us, and we drink our faith. As we feed, it turns to decrease, what then will fuel us to keep trying, there isn’t any hope again to tell us there is light at the end of the tunnel? How sure are we that the lights will be lit when we get there? How sure are we that we will recognize the tunnel when we even get there?
In every pain I’ve walked, my hope decreases; in every valley of success I have taken, my faith decreases. But in life, we trust. In life, we are aware of its unfairness. To whoever you believe in, let him know you have walked a long way to success, and you are ready to receive it! Show me the path because I have navigated a lot. Get me closer, and I will harness my success with my dedication. My degree couldn’t do it. What might be holding it?
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