Discovering Shortcuts To Success

Discovering Shortcuts To Success
There is a sense of victory in me considering the length of the bridge I have crossed. It had become one of the toughest ordeals of my life, but when I look at everything from a broad point of view, I find crossing every bridge in my life has been an equal challenge. All these challenges appear puny and insignificant to me now since all of them are now behind me. There was a typical angst ingrained within me while I was on one side of all the bridges I have crossed. The angst made me make all efforts to propel myself to the other end, and I did find myself at the other end.

Getting to the other end of all bridges has been quite difficult, but it was merely a matter of time before I got to the other end. Time had to flow on at its typical pace, and I found myself at the other end one day. All difficulties vanished with the passage of time. There has certainly been a certain degree of vacillation involved at each step, and each time, I was faced with a completely novel situation where time refused to move on. Time did move on, and it brought me to the point where I find myself now.

I always banked on the constant movement of time to propel me to the  other end of all bridges. When time refused to budge or move from the point it was on, I was forced to consider the possibility of never reaching the other end of any of the bridges.  Hanging on to time and its edge is going to prove to be non-productive in my case. This way, I was  never to get to reach the other end of any of the many bridges I have to cross, but it so happened that I got across all bridges.

I did cross many bridges in my life. I’m really not sure of the worthiness of all efforts I put in to get across to the other end, and how productive they have proved to be, but I’m glad I did make some efforts. I feel it has been a willingness in me to keep kicking the ball that has brought me to the other end of the football ground albeit behind other players. I can only have kept up my  efforts, and I’m glad I did keep them up. This is the most I can do to get to the other end of all bridges I shall ever come across.

All the different bridges I shall ever come across and even those I have already crossed have been made from  different materials. Remarkably, it has been a matter of composition of bridges that has made crossing each bridge the difficult proposition it has been, and not their length. Bridges made of concrete and cement have been quite easy to get across, while crossing those those made of steel and iron has always been a tough ordeal. The latter have been more in number as compared to the former.

I’ve always come across bridges over some of the most difficult and toughest passages of my life. There has been a river below one of the bridges, while there has been an ocean below another. One of the bridges has been over a mountain range with huge rocks and cliffs forming a depression. There has been a possibility of my falling into it and it has been equal to a possibility of losing my life. This is the possibility against which I have been fighting all along. I’ve had to do my very best to maintain a bare sustenance in the world.

The world never looks at any of the bridges one has crossed. It only considers the place I find myself standing at. There is always a deep sense of respect confined for those who manage to get to stand at an elevated position. There is a deep sense of selfishness ingrained within the world’s mentality, but this is how the world goes around its axis. It is a big paradox where the world looks only at the successful and it salutes only the successful.

I’m really not sure if I should consider myself successful because I’ve managed to cross so many bridges in my life. There are a lot of people who haven’t been able to get to the bridges because of a number of reasons that are irrelevant. I wonder if I should look at those who have managed to cross all the bridges I’ve dreamt of crossing all my life. They have donned the mantle of heroes for me. They have got to points where there are many more bridges to be crossed and crossing them is all the more difficult. All the same, there is a typical joy of having scored above so many others who are yet to cross so many bridges in their lives.

There are quite  a lot of bridges to be crossed by everyone, and each bridge that is crossed seems to be an ordeal a lot less tough than crossing the next bridge. This is quite like playing a video-game where the levels keep changing and the difficulty level keeps increasing with each new level. There is no way one can go back to the level one has left behind, one can only awe at the ease with which so many levels have been crossed. The game only gets tougher and tougher, it never gets to be easy or easier than it once was. The remaining levels of the game are the toughest parts of the deal, and they are all that count when it comes to winning the game. The game is programmed to run in a particular manner, and it cannot be manipulated in any manner.

Crossing all levels of the game is what counts just as getting across all bridges in life is all that counts. Crossing bridges is what has to be done to get to a particular destination in life. All different bridges have to be got over, and they have to be got over within the appointed time. There is no shortcut to   success in life, and there never will be.