Thats the way it is...

It was one of those days that come very often in my life. Blue and gloomy. It was my second week in the US and I still didn't have an on campus job. Petty problem in the larger scope of life. But for the ant in me, it was a mountain. I was finding it difficult to get a phone. My laptop was not exactly working like a supercomputer and to top it all, my dad's bank was going on an indefinite strike. Phew! The problems were mounting. I was left alone. In an alien country, where you are making your parents pay through their noses, these issues are termed as problems. So I had Problems.
I decided to quit. i decided to give in to sadness. I wanted to cry and that I did. I went to this park where I could be alone for all the time I had and no one could have cared less. And so, I went there with my burden and sat with my woes feeling like i have the worst troubles. I was so engrossed in self pity that it took me a little while to recognize a song being played in the distance.
it said, "i can read your mind and I know your story,
I see what you are going through,
its an uphill climb and I feel like sorry,
but I know it will come to you yeah,
So don't surrender coz you can win...."
Celine Dion. I thought to myself. I decided to explore the source of the music.
I started walking. It really was an uphill climb. I was huffing and puffing by the time I reached the top. But the view from the top was breathtaking. The panoramic view of the entire city lay in front of me. It was simply beautiful. It was worth the climb, I told myself. I never found out the source of the song. But it didn't matter so much. I had realized the importance of the uphill climb. The view from the top of the mountain was what I wanted to see. The climb was inevitable. I had to make it. Sometimes alone, sometimes with someone, but it had to be done.
In the distance I heard the church gong. I smiled to myself. After all I was being taken care of. I saw self pity slither away. In its place there was inspiration. Sprouting new leaves. Still a sapling, but nevertheless present.
I kept hearing the gong as I left for home.
It was the begining. Not the end.