It's raining hard

Rain came late. November is a month to buy woolen sweaters and jackets to fend off the chills of winter but nature has it's own ways to laugh at your anticipation of it's actions and out came umbrellas and raincoats.The morning was grey and it feigned evening to perfection. I love this weather. Wet roads, grey sky, people with hands nestled in the pockets of their jackets and cars with dimmers on to make their presence felt from far. Wind just adds spice to the scene and you wish there are few things that you just can't control. So instead of resisting, why can't we just give in? I could see people running to avoid drizzle. I wonder does that make them impervious to rain. I was just as much wet as they were. They looked in denial though, hence a pale effort to take cover. We refuse to accept things. We try to control what's out of our hands and fume over failure in doing so. But then we are humans.

We keep running in our lives, trying to avoid difficulties. For an instance, these days job is sought using contacts and barely flexing the skills that you master over your academic tenure, which can be difficult at times given the competition in the industry. It's sad but a cruel reality. However you shouldn't skip hard work of mastering your trades by focusing only on gathering contacts that can get you a job. Because it's not getting the job that's hard, it's what you'll do with it when you get one. And yet many people who make contacts and get a job through them don't think twice before putting 'Socially active' and 'Smart worker' on their resume. Is this what you seek in life? A path of cowardice under a flashy label of smart work? Competition is what makes you strive for doing better. You have to make your better, better than other's better and that's how you become better. You have to adapt, evolve and be open to changes rather than resisting them and seeking a leeway to get things moving for you. But then again, it's my perspective.

I feel bad for failing to understand people these days. They were never really that good as I initially thought them to be. I failed to notice the glaring dissimilarities and how incongruent our paths were. There are very few people who understand and encourage and that makes me distrust the others even more. I strongly believe that man's not a social animal. His social life is in direct relation with how useful the people in society can be for him. That makes us selfish and twisted. We seek benefits in everything we do for others and I feel terrible.