Your years of insignificance.

I wish to know and meet someone who can talk about their in-between years, the years of insignificance. Not about their successes, or about their achievements, but about their unfulfilled ambitions.  

Someone who has traveled a long distance hoping one day it will click and still hoping, even now.

Someone who can talk about their unfinished race which they are still running not knowing where is the finish line.

Someone who can talk about their efforts to get an hour nap in those long winter nights when multiple issues keeping him awake.

Someone who has traveled and understood what appears to be the most insignificant blind alley of their deepest being.

I am not referring or interested in those who can blow the trumpet or bang a drum in their life orchestra, perform a ritual, and try to look good.

I am interested in the person who will tell how difficult to be a non-performer, non-achiever, unsuccessful, abortive, misfired, ill-fated individual.

Those people are few who come forward, looking straight in eyes and speaking from the heart.

We all want to portray and show what is not there. We try to hide the reality and project what makes us look good.

Many of us unknowingly go through life with “closed heart syndrome.”

It means, when our hearts are closed, we cannot express our full potential, and, therefore, we limit what we allow into our lives.

We limit our careers, our personal relationships, our health, and our overall well-being. 

We understand it well, but we all pass through it one or the other or many times in our life.