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The Weight of Responsibilities : Balancing Dreams and Reality

Young Man on an Adventure Bike Looking at the Road Ahead at Sunset
Lost in thought, riding through responsibilities and dreams, somewhere between what is and what could be.

Have you ever felt like multiple versions of yourself exist? Not just in people’s minds but even within you? One side wants to live life to the fullest, traveling and exploring without limitations. The other side is burdened by responsibilities, financial struggles, and expectations.

Riding Through Thoughts and Dreams

The road ahead, the past behind,  
Dreams call loud, but fate’s unkind.  
Throttle roars, yet thoughts run deep,  
Miles to go, no time to weep.  
Responsibilities heavy, yet hope stays,  
Riding ahead, finding my ways.


A Reality Check: The Unfair System

Today started with a message from the ConfirmTkt app about a train ticket refund. The ticket cost ₹806, but since I didn’t get a seat, it was automatically canceled. However, the refund was just ₹450! Where did the remaining amount go?

It made me think about how unfair government refund policies are. If I had gotten the seat, I would have paid the full amount, but since I didn’t, why should I still lose money? They justify it as a processing fee, but isn’t 45% deduction too much? In moments like these, I feel helpless, angry at a system I cannot fight.

The Unexpected EMI Reminder

As the day continued, I received a call from my father, reminding me about the EMI for my bike. I was under the impression that last month was the final installment, but apparently, one more was pending.

That moment hit me hard. Financially, I’m not in the best place. I dream of traveling freely, but I barely save a rupee. And just like that, an old memory resurfaced

A Son’s Realization

As a child, I used to ask my father for things, and sometimes he would get slightly angry. Back then, I thought he was just strict. But today, I understand, it wasn’t anger, it was helplessness. He worked hard to provide the best he could for us, but financial struggles made things difficult.

And now, I find myself in the same place. Despite all his sacrifices, have I truly become a better son? I feel stuck, average grades in school, an average salary now, and an average ability to support my family. And what about the future? Will I be good enough for My Girl?

The Weight of Money vs. The Power of Giving

I always wanted to be the kind of person who helps others financially, without expecting anything in return. But today, I’m in a position where I have to ask for money to pay bills.

It’s not sadness, but a frustrating restriction. I don’t express these thoughts to my father, I just talk normally, suppressing my emotions. But inside, I keep debating: Is it okay to feel angry at my parents for financial burdens?

Expressing Through Speed

On my way home, riding my Xpulse, I let my emotions out in a different way. The throttle, the speed, the wind, they absorb my anger. It’s not reckless riding; it’s my way of processing frustration.

But deep down, I know the truth, anger won’t solve anything. It’s my responsibility to manage my finances better, to ensure my family is secure, to build a life where my father doesn’t have to remind me about EMIs anymore.

Final Thoughts

Life often feels like a battle between our dreams and our responsibilities. Some days, it’s frustrating. Some days, it feels unfair. But at the end of it all, it’s about how we choose to respond.

For now, I choose to move forward, one step at a time.

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