Half my career is a long stint in a company. All this while I was so occupied with work that I never gave a second thought to the sedimentation slowly clipping my wings. No, I'm not unhappy with the rating, promotion and role; from a higher rung I can see many wannabes where I once stood. Success does not spell satisfaction anymore. A victim of stereotyping, my soul is fading into the void of stereotyped blue achievers. It doesn't matter how good I am at things I do. I'm headed for crossroads driving blind. How long can you stay at a place you don't belong? A question I have asked myself time and again... Decisions decisions... The Dream Within...
