What if I am the chosen one to excel?

The story talks about a person with many flaws and many good points. She reached new peaks in life as she moved on. There was resistance in her movement many a times. She appeared ordinary who could not even believe she was the chosen one! Was she me?

There are evidences when life hurts her a lot. But she swears not to give up! Was she me? She works harder than the rock! She is deligent and wants to give and serve! She is working table herself as if! For she is always on the table!

She never believes she is the chosen one to excel! Though her life is different from all others of her age, is she me to herself? She smiles ! She laughs! She keep occupying her mind with work so that dirt doesn’t expel out from a thinking brain at work.

She doesn’t meet herself enough at the mirror junction. But she is always occu by herself, especially while working for her own development. She is a Genius in real sense. A learned woman in every hour! So am I! A learned person! Why but I will be made to excel above all on earth? I don’t believe nor did she!

She is several thoughts higher than the world. So am I? Am I the lady in my story that I wrote last night? Confused ! How can you doubt, Ekta? How could she be someone else if you know about her so well?

She is super capable! I am not! Or maybe I can be if I try! She is polite, humble and disciplined! But I am not so well nurtured by self! Am I not really? Maybe I am mistaken about me more than mistaken about her!

She runs 5 Km a day. I walk my way through the world every morning! Maybe she is the future me! Yes! I created a future self in the present in my that story! But I am already in the future of my past! Will I change so much more in this middle age?

She isn’t me at all you see. She has a boyfriend. I would never have one.i am not capable of having one with my current limitations which got tRas freed from my past. But how does it matter so much? Do I envy her much? The character of my own written story, how can I envy her enough?

Maybe I am her follower, yes maybe true! She dances when alone after writing about her I too dance in absolute solitude. Maybe then I will be as famous as she is. I was talking about innate qualities not external belongings! How did fame strike my brain so boldly?

But she was an orphan! I have parents you take care of me still. But then yes I don’t love them enough anymore! Maybe she is me in future! How could I carry such a thought in mental space! Wow! My criteria of comparison is driving me insane!

She is just a character of my story, I am carrying in my brain! I am the real Ekta, how can I ever be same to her? Maybe I need revisions! Not she! Maybe I should create myself and not build up in her!

Life is a real burden when you have to compare! Why am I doing this to me? Let me rest in me and meditate to build up a better me! I am real, I should work more on me rather than my story chaarcter. Good bye, You! Let me be with Me instead in this solitude!