Spanish Struggles

I'm trying to currently download and run the Rosetta Stone 3.4.5 Version on my iffy, crappy, almost an octogenarian of a computer. In Bombay, the internet is often demonic, and has a mind of its own. Needless to say, I have a small heart that starts palpitating almost audibly anytime I have to do something like this, and the fact that the internet gave out at 97.9% of my download for a whole 9 minutes made me pace and yell at inanimate objects more than usual.

Why, God, WHY! 

A question I offer up to the heavens everyday.

Anyway, it's loading now. After being downloaded. (A 1.13GB download took 2 days. Does that put my troubles into perspective now?)

The painful process:
1. Look online on http://thepiratebay.org for a legit torrent to download.
2. After months of searching, find a file that seems appropriate.
3. Use Bittorrent, and hope its friendly.
4.Wait an eon, or two.
5. Download Daemon Lite Tools and burn what you downloaded onto a separate drive that the program creates on your computer.
6. Run Setup.
7. Hope you don't die of palpitations.

Rosetta Stone, better teach me some Español!

In life, the monsters win

I feel like I'm a sitting duck facing a firing squad at every instant, while life is passing me by. So many other people I know have made great successes of their lives, and I still wonder whether I'm an Emily Dickinson in the making. I can pray to not die an unknown with an eponymous book of writing published after me. I want to taste victory unabashedly in my youth. Hell! I've already started graying and thinking of solutions to cover up my stragglers!

I think the trouble starts while you're still young. Dreams are so palpable, throbbing like a beating heart. And after situations and circumstances magic you away from the excitable creatures you used to be as children, dreams become wispy fairies, floating away; beckoning you with tender promises. It's not fair, watching other people grow up and move out of limited spheres. My tongue, which has tasted many flavors, has now turned an impenetrable constant taste of bitter. Everything seems impossible, unattainable.

The physical embodiment of my conscience tells me I should drop my negativity and unleash it with a new fervor. From the burning pot of gold come malleable and ductile patterns in exquisiteness. Use it, she says.
I'm going to try. This is a first attempt.