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Whats your aim, they say!

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I'm Soooo sorry that I've not been able to post anything much! But you know, I've been super busy! My SLC result got published just recently so all these "getting into a good college " things have kept me at bay even if I'm just 16! Oh, well! Gotta follow the rules down here in Nepal! :P Enough of the babbling (for now !). Okay so I have not been able to write something new lately but I am going to post something, anyway! So, I wrote this a few weeks before the end of my "school days" ...that will be..erm..few months ago. This will keep you guys in perspective.  So, here it goes ! =)

Few days till the end of the school and I cannot help but think what lays ahead of me in life. I have my SLC coming up and there’s certainly a lot of pressure regarding my exams but there’s also the one regarding my future.
Whenever I meet any of my relatives they ask what my aim in life is. “Doctor or Engineer” they say and I cannot help but smile at how the word “aim” is overlooked so easily. These days, if you ask the so-called youth what their aim in life is, “Doctor, Engineer, Nurse….” They will answer. But is that all? Is that all you want to be? All you want to achieve? Nevertheless, I have slightly different approach in life which serves a higher purpose.

Amid all the people who have some “occupation” as an aim, I think becoming a good human being should be the first priority. Serving people around you and working for a better common future, which is a blurry mess right now, should be the focus. What’s the use of a doctor who’s busy counting money rather than saving the lives of the people? Where does an architect stand in life if he’s too busy building houses but not home?

In my mind, aim should be something that benefits a whole lot of people and not only you. It should have some kind of positive effect in the lives of the people who matter to you. But thinking is all I can do in a country like Nepal, where having a good salary is more essential than having a good morale, where having a spacious house is regarded more important than providing wholesome service to the people. Trust me; thinking is all I can do now. Nonetheless, I’ll try. And there will always be a streak of hope in my mind that someday everything will change to make this world a better place to live in.

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