Moments Of Thoughts

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           In the tapestry of life, I found myself often occupying the spaces labeled as "maybe," "probably," and occasionally "definitely." These classifications, while seemingly innocuous, carried profound echoes of not being the chosen one. It's a peculiar position to be in – perpetually lingering on the outskirts of certainty. The dance between hope and hesitation became a familiar rhythm, leaving me suspended in the ambiguity of my own narrative.

In the realm of relationships, I was a passenger on the rollercoaster of potential connections, a perpetual contender for someone's affections but seldom the victor. The intricate dance of courtship played out in maybes and probablies, leaving me to navigate the labyrinth of emotions without the comforting certainty of being chosen. It was a landscape where the shadows of doubt often obscured the path to intimacy.

In professional endeavors, I found myself straddling the line between opportunity and ambiguity. Projects labeled as "maybe" hung in the balance, and the promise of being chosen for a pivotal role was elusive. The corridors of career progression echoed with the footsteps of those confidently chosen, while I navigated the maze of possibilities, wondering when the scales would tip decisively in my favor.

Even in personal pursuits, the specter of being a perpetual contender loomed large. Whether chasing dreams or aspirations, the "probably" lingered like a silent companion. The spotlight of achievement often fell on others, leaving me to grapple with the question of what it truly meant to be the chosen one in the narrative of my own life.

Yet, amid the labyrinth of uncertainties, there existed a quiet strength in embracing the fluidity of possibilities. The ebb and flow of maybes and probablies became the tapestry of resilience, woven with threads of self-discovery. Each instance of not being the chosen one became a mirror reflecting the contours of my identity, prompting a deeper exploration of what it means to find fulfillment beyond external validation.

In the symphony of life, where the notes of certainty and ambiguity harmonize, I discovered that being the chosen one is not solely defined by external affirmations. It is an internal journey, a nuanced exploration of self-love and acceptance. The narrative of being a maybe or probably is but a chapter, not the entirety of the story. And in this realization, I found the power to redefine what it means to be chosen in the grand tapestry of my existence.

Sree