Satisfaction

I was staring at my laptop, sitting on my blue-circular chair, and after just rolling my eyes down, I found myself standing on the edge of a cliff, waiting for something, may be a impelling thrust of air, may be this was the end of life, but, there was strange satisfaction on my face, a satisfaction of keeping a promise, a promise that I made to myself, a promise to keep-on striving for dreams, a dream for changing the life of thousands and thousands of people living in the dearth of poverty, poverty that I consider the curse on humanity. I dreamed of a society with equal opportunities for every one. Life must provide a variety of openings, and every body should have their freedom to choose, I believed, and strove whole life to realize this. After keeping my convictions alive for so many years, finally I was on the verse of my own end. All of a sudden I lost my balance, and then I was on the floor. I was trancing, but, I still remember the satisfaction I had on my face.