Now, everyone thinks that they know more than they don’t know, especially if it is to do with reading manuals. And, nothing wrong with it… provided they are right! This post is a rant; simple. But, it tells you what I feel about being at the receiving end of it.
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Just as every writer, I too have seen a lot of instances, where words are misspelled or misused and can be misinterpreted. So, what do I do about it? Just like every other writer, I keep a record of it. And, this post is a small record of this blog. Consider the link for what I encountered, and how does it feel to play the lingual vigilante.
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It is long since I have written anything on the blog. And a lot has changed between these times. The thoughts, that were once scattered, have been gathered; on purpose. The dark clouds are cleared. The horizon is visible. The sail is set. The destination is clear – even without the spyglass.
Time has the answers. Time had the answers. And it is not just the answers that have surfaced. Efforts did not go in vain. They never did. But for a man, who had lost directions, the dark night seemed never-ending. Gain has had the greater meaning in life. Profits and losses are but meager figures. And so have the direction-manuals that would have otherwise had me stuck to the map. It is only now when I set the sail, get onboard, I see that clearer skies would never have made the difference – the difference between then and now.
Turbulence, if it was, then the everyday challenges tomorrow shall be no smaller. It is the only assurance today. I am to sail, a journey that has more miles to go than ever gone and more to see than seen ever before. The unmapped shores await footprints, for only then the waves shall be worthy of their lives – of bringing with them the rare conch shells ever-undiscovered by those who never dared to look beyond the pleasures that prevail the dark nights.
I have dared to learn from the turbulent nights. The bright sunny days will only make me explore further. And farther I shall go, for I have come far enough already with time, to decipher the difference between falsity and felicity of inner-exploration. And so I see this journey, within, doesn’t need that spyglass!
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The Wordsmith 