From Engineering Failure to Creative Greatness.

After another long day at the office, Mr. X retreats to his small room. Without warning, he flings his bag across the floor, an expression of anger without a clear cause. He collapses onto his bed, staring up at the ceiling, the weight of the years pressing on him.

A writer watching on the wall to find out what can be done to write good story that represent his desire to write and express himself.

For the past five years, frustration has been his constant companion. He feels as though he has so much to prove, but he’s not sure how to start.

When he graduated high school with good grades, he believed engineering was his calling. It was the one thing he was certain he could excel in. He felt as if he was destined for it, as if the world had chosen this path for him.

People talked about him and admired him when he arrived in the world of engineering. He was the quiet, studious type, always polite and well-behaved.

His mother had raised him alone after his father passed away when he was just three. He wanted to succeed, to make her proud. But once he stepped into the world of engineering, that passion began to fade.

He breezed through his first semester with flying colors, largely thanks to the strange circumstances of the COVID-19 pandemic. But after that, it all came crashing down. He barely passed the eighth semester, and with each failure, his hope of graduating as an engineer slipped further away. The confidence he once had in his academic abilities was replaced with self-doubt.

For a long time, he wanted to confess this to someone, to share the weight of his failure. But being the strong, silent type, he held it in.

He couldn’t bear the thought of disappointing his mother, so he kept it all to himself. It felt like there was no way back. The dream was slipping through his fingers, and he had no idea how to catch it.

In his search for an escape, he stumbled upon motivational quotes on Instagram. They offered small bursts of hope, a reminder that he could change his life if he tried.

Soon, he found himself absorbed in self-help books, reading about success and transformation. But even as he devoured the words, he realized nothing would change until he took action. He had always known what needed to be done, yet somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

Despite his best efforts, the failures continued. But over time, something shifted. He stopped feeling guilty about his academic shortcomings.

He grew numb to the constant failures, accepting them as part of his reality. He had gotten used to it. The world, it seemed, was indifferent to his struggles.

In the silence of his room, a new fascination began to take hold of him. He found solace in the works of great writers — Kafka, Dostoyevsky, Murakami, Hemingway, Orwell, Bukowski, and even Kumar Nagarkoti.

Their words, their struggles, and their raw honesty resonated deeply with him. They, too, had faced rejection, isolation, and the relentless pressure of a world that didn’t understand them. Their stories of fighting inner demons, questioning society, and searching for meaning became his own.

He began to see himself in them — their isolation mirrored his own. They had written to escape, to make sense of the chaos inside them. And in a way, he was doing the same.

The world, he felt, was full of fake people. Their jealousy, their constant need for recognition, only made him feel worse. He had no desire to follow the crowd or conform to expectations.

More than anything, he wanted to prove he hadn’t failed. He dreamed of owning a car before getting married, seeing it as a sign of success. But deep down, he knew he didn’t need to graduate as an engineer to prove his worth. He had a story to tell, a voice that was all his own.

He dreamed of writing for Penguin Random House and becoming a writer whose words would inspire others. He didn’t feel as talented or creative as his idols, but he had stories to tell. Inside him were characters waiting to come to life. He wanted to build his own world. It would be a place where he could be both king and servant. In this world, his words would have power. It would also be a place to escape his own reality.

He had much to say, and much to prove. He didn’t have time for regret, and he refused to let his past define him. The failures of his college years would not be his legacy. Instead, he would forge his own greatness, one word at a time.