I gave all the required documents to apply for OPT to ISFO. They will review and I will have to check with them on Wednesday. I hope everything worksout. I am never confident about such things. There is too much probability of things going wrong and things are never easy for me. I can only hope and pray that thin gs go smoothly.
Time for metaphors. In the garden of my imagination there is a bed of flowers. All flowers created equal by God and the distinguished my men. Do the flowers know that they are different. Do they recognize the differences among they. Are they concious of their selves. Whether or not they are aware of these things, the men who come to pluck these flowers seem to be able to categorize them. Some flowers are picked at first sight, some have to wait longer and some just wither away. What are the flowers thinking when the time to pick comes. Are the flowers that are picked lucky or are the ones that are left behind. Is it better to go on an adventerous journey and wither or just be.
What would I like, do I Know!
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