I had been home for some months but I am restless. Something is amiss. I know what it is …a root to belong to… I am surrounded by my friends and families yet I feel so alone. My craving for something unknown creates emptiness in my heart that drains me of any will to acknowledge the beauty of the surrounding. I try to seek help for people near and far but nothing fills the void in my heart. I sit quietly trying to harness my thought that travels back to the time I was in university not so far in the past.
A few years ago, I was a carefree lad with no concern for the world. A very enthusiastic learner, I was trying to grasp everything within my reach and that craving to learn took me across the boundary of our country. Treading away from the cozy cocoon of my family was scary at first but I gradually learned to enjoy the freedom and the responsibility that comes with freedom and with time my friends came to rely on me in times of need. My time in university flew and before I realized, my four years were over and I was holding a degree and back to my homeland stalking the town which seem to have grown crowded with my approaching.
The numerous applications that I have written to the different agencies and corporations could shame the volume of encyclopedia if I had an opportunity to bind those applications into a booklet. I always wait for a call. A call that could tame my restlessness but the waiting seems to take forever. My family and friends tries to soothe the restlessness they see in me and I can pretend to be calm when they are around but it creeps into me when I am alone and I can do nothing but to endure it hoping that it would go away in time with the call.
I know all of us have moments in our lives that test our courage and patience and I feel the moment I am experiencing is one such test. I know I just have to recognize the magic moment and my life will start soaring but till then all I can do is wait for the magic moment to happen.
(Note: This note is purely fictitious based on writer’s imagination)