Constant is Nothing.

Constant is Nothing. This may seem to a banal, cliched sentence, but the significance, the relevance this has in life is remarkable, to say the least.
The word Constant always reminds me of the Episode 4*05 of LOST(Undoubtedly the best TV series ever). Desmond, in his time travels, tries to find out the 1 thing, the Constant, that would help him save the Island. His sporadic search ends when he realizes that the constant in his life was the person he loved the most; his wife. I just tend to differ with this idea of your beloved being your constant. For me a person himself is the Constant in his life.
You have to fight your own wars. Bestowing faith on someone else is suicidal in this mean malign world. The person who you considered your friend today turns out to be your biggest critic tomorrow. People with the opinion that critics are your best mirrors can budge off right away. People who call themselves critics are just a bunch of pessimist losers (low-lifers) who just have to find a negative even if there is none. So, if you have a critic, even if he is your friend, he is the last person who you ever want to talk to.
Whenever I was in a turmoil, I always found solace listening to my mother's voice, her infinite love showering even through the cell phone. Add to this my fathers constant encouragement to outrun everybody in the race of life. Divine! But after all this, it comes back to me. To do everything in my capacity to keep maa happy, to never let that beautiful smile go away from her face. To do something in life to substantiate my fathers belief that his son is the best in the world. The pressure is just too much to handle sometimes. You just wish, hope against hope, that things turn out as you want them to. Impossible though.
The only possible conclusion from this shambled and chaotic writing is the spirit to fight. Fight till your critics are silenced, fight till you feel you are the happiest person on the earth, fight till you find a constant in life, fight till INFINITY.