Nirvana

In childhood, our teachers processed the world for us. We believed the picture they created for us. To some extent, they also shaped our goals.

Then, influence gets granular. Bosses, peers, gurus, media, and literature influence our self-image and how we view the world.

We pat our backs fulfilling someone else’s expectations; we flagellate ourselves when we fail to meet those expectations.

And then one day, unfortunately,  towards the fag end of life, we find ourselves.

There’s no looking back after that.

Not at others or the world we were born in.

It’s Nirvana.


Weekend Writing Prompt #386

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