I am not here to win the respect of people, I am not here to please their demands,
I dont give them the right to judge me, I dont give them the right to control me.
Then why do I crave for fame from them while walking on the path of success
But withdraw myself when I tumble down from the stairs of failure?
I proclaim that their opinions, their advice dont bother me,
Still why do I shed a tear when they hurt me?
My mind is the one who pulls me down, It is the one who brings me up.
And then I find myself being held by it, immovable and stuck...
Oh...Have I become the puppet of my own mind?
It makes me restless at one point of time and makes me laugh at the other!
My mind is tied and its strings are in my hands, not others.
I manage my mind...I run it...
I am the creator, I am the destroyer,
I can be my mind's best friend, I can be its worst foe!
The strings in my hands give me power,
But they also give me a choice...
A choice to decide between what I can do of myself and what is necessary to be myself.
But the choice to choose..... is only mine.
...that defines my destiny, that will define my life.