Bullshit, No Bulleye

Everything in life is about hitting the bull eye. We all aim and dream for the highest and when that doesn’t come through, we say bullshit, I could make it. So, you see every failure and success in life can be attributed to the bull (an ox). And is it bull that is responsible for all this??? Be it about career, home, dreams, ambitions and literally whatever we undertake, we want to hit the bull eye of the target we set for ourselves for that matter it is the main goal of everyone.

Say it a student back in the school. He targets to the bull eye of scoring the highest marks so that he can come out with flying results. But to do that, he needs to put in lots of efforts, burning midnight oils. Hitting bull eye doesn’t come easy, not for me either.

So, sometime or is it my craziest of the idea that living can be compared to playing games. And yes life itself is a mysterious game of hide and seeks. Playing a dart manned with players is a typical illustration of daily lives. All these players aim but for the bull eye. But how many does even hit the target. Nothing extra goes with playing soccer too where all these twenty two people try to score a goal.

So, life is achieving one’s goal as is scoring goal in soccer or hitting target in archery. Not everyone hits target because no matter how great is the plan, it is hard to materialize. But only few people aim for the bull eye and achieves the perfect hit. So, is he healthy and wealthy?

For me I aimed a lot but few hit only. No bull eye but many bullshits only.

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