Today, I was sad Because I could not pass the cadet school admission test. I was so depressed that it seemed like it was all over for me, I had to stop, and I left without any hope or purpose. I feel depressed; I really need a big push to move forward. But there was no one around to push, to inspire, no one. To share your feelings, you always need someone to be with you when you are happy or sad.
I'm living without a friend, no problem because I have chosen myself as my best and only partner. With some courage and hope, I looked back on my life. Even though I failed today, I found myself, but at some point, I was a champion. I am a sharp-witted and intelligent boy. This is not the first time this has happened to me. I can say that I did it myself. My childhood was very average; I did not have any luxurious childhood.
I loved toys, cars, video games. My relatives used to bring toys for me. I would be delighted to see them. All this goes on as usual. Every month, I would go to the market with my father to get the things I needed. I carried bags, and for that, she always offered me my favorite soft drink. This habit still clings to me. I like soft drinks. When I went to the market, I used to eat my favorite cake from the bakery shop. When I entered the shop, I would jump around, buy many kinds of cakes, and bring them home.
Oh, I forgot to tell the real thing, which is the purpose of writing this story. I loved reading comic books. I didn't want to eat, but I wanted to read comic books; I was that addicted. It was summer vacation, and I was sitting on my porch thinking, and there was a high bench next to it. Luckily my house was on the side of the road, and it was quite a busy road. I took out all my comics from the cupboards; there were about 40 in number. I neatly spread those comics on the brunch in such a way that it caught everyone's eye. I sat on one side.
While mom came out and asked,
'What are you doing?'
I said that 'I would like to rent my comics to those interested in reading so that I can earn some money for myself. Although my mother liked my idea and she was impressed with my efforts to make money, but she refused and said,
'There's no need to do all this stuff, just put them back in place, and I'll get you the comics; you want.'
But I refused to listen to my mother. At that time, a boy came to me and asked about all these comics.
I said it was initially intended for rent, but if you are interested in buying, I can sell them too. He looked deeply into all the comics and chose one; he asked for rent. My mother was still there; she quietly went inside the house. I think she got the answer to my idea. I told the boy about the rental rate. I will take 2 to for 2 hours, and if it is more than 2 hours then 5tk.
I asked him to write about him, like his address, name, and phone number, in my notebook to keep accurate records of my book. Everyone in my area is pleasantly surprised to see so many comics. I would rent them out one by one, and everything was working well. I sold five comics at a second-hand rate and rented out the rest.
My small business is growing slowly, and I was pleased. In one month, I have earned 100tk and am still counting. Today, I still have 32 comics and 146tk that I never spent. I kept them safe in the same cupboard as part of my memory. It's not about money. It was about the mindset and the zeal to achieve.
