My Journey

I had started writing these journal type articles to build up my writing habit and get closer to becoming the best storyteller in the world. Then, I started working as a professional content writer in March, so I figured, there's no need to keep this going anymore.  The entries were becoming repetitive, I was becoming desperate, and it all just felt very counter productive.  Now it's been more than 3 months since I've been working in the digital marketing space, or the affiliate marketing niche, to be specific. I realized yesterday that things aren't going to work themselves out just be doing my job. Not to mention the many aspects of my work that have nothing to do with writing.  I can feel myself getting rusty and losing momentum. So I came up with another idea yesterday.  On one hand I thought that I have more than enough ideas, and that I need to sit down, buckle up, and work on the ones I have already. On the other hand, ideation is a skill in itself.  Conc...

I haven't written here for a long time because I thought I had found a good place to practice daily writing at my recently joined job. I figured it's good to practice writing while getting paid for it. I realize now that there were many other benefits to writing here. Sometimes you need to let some shit out that isn't necessarily worth listening to. Many times you need to let go of things but are unable. Pretty often you need to say something when there is no one around to listen. I went to watch a Bollywood movie called Bhola today. It was directed by and starred Ajay Devgn. I felt like it was pretty much irredeemable, most of the things that are wrong with the medium rolled up in one. I watched it because my boss took us all out for a treat. It felt a little torturous but hey, I'm a team player. Anyway, I realized that the six other fellows didn't see eye to eye with me. None of them liked the movie either, mind you, it was the reasons for disliking it that we dis...

Frederick Neitzsche said that you are your own worst enemy. Words that became popular because of how profoundly they resonated with anyone who heard them. "You" and "Enemy" stand out here. You meaning the ego and enemy being an entity that would bring you harm. Thors said that you don't have any enemies. There is no one in existence whom it's okay to cause harm. There is no justification for brutality. There is no redemption in destruction. Whatever is, grows further. These words have never left me ever since I had heard them.  I must admit that I am inclined to lean toward Thors statements, although the two aren't contradictory. The ego is not a solid recognizable enitity, nor is it a multi layered mental construct. The onion analogy is useful for describing the nature of the ego, but there is a little more to it. The way I see it, ego is a phenomenon. It's an experience that happens to some living creatures. It's like a spell cast by the enviro...

I'll never make it as an artist. I lack too much in talent. I'll never make it as a director. I am too introverted. I'll never become rich. I am just too careless. I'll never find love. I have never found companionship thus far. But I never thought I'd make it this far. Why does my mind wage war against me every time I try to break free? For once in my life, I wish to be alone. For the first time ever, I feel like a real man. The truth shines brightly within my heart.  I am happy to suffer more. I have made it here already.

Nobody wants to be a writer. It's much better to let those magical thoughts, images, and ideas remain like magic. So much better to let things remain unsaid. Who wants to remove the veil that shrouds certainty? To know is to be burdened with awareness. It's responsible, sensible, and sound. It all seems so dreadfully dull on the page, drenched in black and white. Why would anyone wish to take that vibrant idea, so colorful and free, and imprison it into words, open to analysis, to be butchered, dissected, torn apart, and rearranged, until little to none of the original form remains?  Nobody wants to work on a single thing for years at a time. Looking at the same thing repeatedly in a vacuum, day after day, always thinking about it yourself, always working on it in your head. Nobody wants to be alone, working on a series of words to put their name on, something worth reading for other people, pouring all of their being and life energy into it, only for it to be released into the...

A warm cup of tea is fuel to the soul.  The plant grows in beautiful stretches of hilly plains where cascading shades of glistening green, sunlight, and shadows orchestrate a magnificent symphony with the wind. Its leaves breathe in fresh crisp air all year round, giving off a fragrance so blissful, such a heavenly aroma, that no man can deny it. Upon drying up the leaves under the sun, further condensing and fortifying the flavors, the leaves become a force to be reckoned with, able to give even the decadent vanilla bean a run for its money.  The British take these leaves and soak them in warm water, about 70-80 degrees Celsius for about 5-10 minutes, to extract all of this gorgeously refreshing flavor into the beverage. They were the ones who really bought it in India. The Indians saw it and thought of spices. Both of them: are devoured through the nose; Have powerful metabolic effects upon ingestion; Cannot be consumed on their own; Can be balanced with other tastes and fla...

I have a lot of thoughts and ideas that I want to see come into this world very badly. The uncertainty that this current constant state of flux brings, where it seems like the future is more unpredictable than ever, arouses a real sense of urgency in me to prioritize these creative fruitions on one hand. Yet there is also a natural inclination I feel to just dive in head first into my creative process. I admit there is a sort of desperation that has arisen within me because of all this. I understand that being reckless is dangerous, and it can cause anxiety for others sometimes, but there is a deep faith within me that says that this is the way. Whether it makes sense or not to anyone else, whether it is actually feasible or not, or if its consequences will be predominantly good or bad. Even if it seems a bit extreme, risky, senseless even. Isn't that the true nature of faith, though? Isn't that what we call courage? Then there is that fundamental prerequisite, essential to the...