WHY DID I START THIS BLOG...
I spent most of my life thinking something was wrong with me. While almost everyone I knew had plans, jobs, career and every sort of prep done to face the real world, I could just not bring myself to do it. I wanted to write, talk to people and read. I wanted to know world history, religion, science, art and every small detail that would enrich my mind. i wanted to serve humanity, teach, learn, travel and explore. My dreams were always to otherworldly and had always heard I would become mature once I grow up and believe me I am still waiting. My dear relatives and my helpful neighbors very kindly pointed out to my parents how different I was. After coercion, long hours of lecture I put up a mask to be normal. I did not follow my heart but continued my way with the herd.
Years have passed, everyone had adjusted, and settled in. Me? I am still confused. Like the herd I completed a very glossy post graduation degree and did join a job. But my heart still yearns. I spend the entire week waiting for the weekend, and then I get deeply depressed every Friday evening thinking that Monday was so close. I could not accept that kind of life. Home. Work. Home. Repeat.
After long hours of pondering of how to be myself without straying from the decreed normal path for the sake of my parents I decided few things. I took up online courses which will never land me jobs. I got myself a Kindle to quench my thirst of reading. I donate whatever I can. Through writing I want to share my dreams, the world how I see.
HOPEFULLY I’ll find a way to sustain this lifestyle.
I have no desire to make tons of money and live in a huge house and ride luxurious chauffeur-driven giant vehicles. But I wish to live, make friends, learn and tour different parts of the world starting with India.
Maybe somewhere along the way I will find my peace
