I am not as dumb as I might have perceived myself recently, but that only happens in Reyhaan's case. Maybe I was too naive to believe this teenage crush.
The next morning, I had the files on Reyhaan on my table by the time I woke up. Staring at it, I could not help but wonder what mystery it holds, and where do I stand in it?
I got up from my bed and freshened up. I looked into the mirror as I brushed my teeth, my face still has some baby fat— not so mature for the way my mind has started to think.
Isn't it truly concerning how our face often doesn't match our mind. The saying is true after all: a devil can look like an angel too.
Strange how the human mind was made to think, but instead it prefers overthinking.
After freshening up, I walked back into my room, picked up the file, and headed downstairs. The table was already set and Shukla sat by the couch discussing with.. Dad?
"Good morning, my baby," he called out to me with open arms. I had not seen him for a week now, "Seems like you have already forgotten your old man."
I hugged him dearly, "No old man, this kid did not forget you, just been busy with some company matters."
"All good?" Dad asked.
"Nothing that couldn't be taken care of."
"Is it regarding the industry expansion?"
I nodded. We have been working on expanding to the product industry, which had been a childhood dream— to have my own product line.
"The samples are already developed and almost approved by authorities. But.." with that I trailed off, afraid I might sound silly.
But Dad kept looking at me patiently and hopefully, confident in his business teachings and the way he had trained me.
"But the campaigns, the campaign ideas are not upto the mark. I have rejected a dozen of ideas from the team and am waiting on new ones."
Dad listened to the problem very closely, and then smiled at me, "When you feel nothing is going right, maybe it is a sign to make things right yourself. It might be the time to get your hands dirty to clean things up, to make it all work because eventually, everything works out in the end." I looked at him with moist eyes while he added, "if we notice the same patterns over and over again, it means we are caught up in a circle, and going in circles would not take you anywhere, but bring you back in the same spot uncountable times until you open your eyes and look for the right direction."
I let his words sink in. Was that what I had been doing? Overanalyzing every campaign idea by the team, waiting for the perfect dreamy glittery idea instead of making it work myself? Maybe I was so afraid of failing in it that I kept circling back to the same thoughts, convincing myself nothing was good enough. But if I don't move forward, then I would stay stuck here forever.
I realised that while my brain had been overthinking, it was not helping me choose the right direction, causing me to go in circles over the campaign for the business move of my childhood dreams. "While this part of the business may not matter as much to others, it does to me. And if I don't fight for its importance, who else will?".