What makes you different?

Long story short, here I am. Being a writer. Doing things I’d always love to do. Sharing my experiences of what I learnt.

Anxious to get a job, I chose to do what was socially recommended for me. So, I tried. Being a govt. servant. Failed. A Research Scholar. Didn’t make it. A Professor. Guess what?

So, what actually makes us all different?

Is the media protecting Kamala Harris?

Honestly, there’s nothing that makes ‘me’ different.

What if he’d come outside?

What makes you YOU.

The workout supplement becoming more popular outside the gym - WTOP

If you’ve read this far, let me tell you one more thing.

“The journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.” - Lao Tzu

C’mon, it’s an opportunity to break the rules, stand out and become ONE of a kind.

Has the current political environment caused Canadians to cancel trips to the United States?

Don’t go to the gym because it’s a fitness fad.

Don’t choose to be an engineer just because it pays well.

Experiences: What has happened to me? Have I led a normal life with two parents and two siblings? Yes. Breakups I’ve had. Friends I’ve made. School I have attended. Guides I’ve met. Places I’ve been.

Do you think a lot of sociopaths' parents kill themselves for having brought such disgusting evil into the world? How much shame and disgust must they carry?

Can you make it?

Being different is being okay with failure, so you know what the dessert of a win tastes like.

"Life is a journey, not a destination. Enjoy the ride." - Ralph Waldo Emerson

How did you cope when someone you love, dealing with hyper-independence and trauma, felt they needed space to heal alone? Were you able to support them without overstepping, and did you eventually reconnect? How did that journey unfold?

A govt. job could do it for me. Plus Money, plus security, plus prestige.

Consider a rat who never came out of the hole fearing for his life. He stayed in the dark for years and died one day, unbeknownst.

Don’t drink because everybody does today.

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I have always wanted to write things. Wrote poetry during my grad and reluctantly left it for preparation of a govt. exam because who’s got extra time for it.

I always yearned to go for government jobs because I had a few relatives already into it and doing well with money and security. And here is me, with an arts background, uncertain about what to choose.

Even if that means disappointing your parents and teachers for some time, but believe you’ll eventually make them feel proud.

Why do some straight men enjoy wearing women's lingerie?

Experiments: My life has been a group of experiments that failed to take off until I resorted to writing.

Agree?

Become different not according to the world, but according to what you like and what you don’t.

Why do some people dislike rap and hip hop music despite there being poor quality music in every genre?

Take my word. You won’t regret it.

Indeed, a number of other factors contribute to your uniqueness, but that’s for you to introspect.

Until the day I choose to listen to myself. I let my subconscious go wherever it wanted me to go. It was not just in dreams I wanted to live, but in real life. Not allowing others to cloud my personality, my ability, my inclination towards philosophy, knack to motivate others, and my indifference towards others’ opinions.

What's a joke you haven't used yet, but are dying to share?

You can be fearful and still use it to tame your weaknesses and build your emotional strength.

Neither I’m Tesla, who got poor grades in school, nor I’ve grown to invent electric current that powers many electronic devices today. Nor I’m an entrepreneur who is the idea behind the Tesla cars.

I experimented. A lot. And now I know I don't need more trials of this kind. I’m writing this today at just the right place from the comfort of my home while it rains outside. While a cold breeze rings music to my senses.

Why do Argentinians use "vos" instead of "tú" in informal speech?

I know being a writer is no different. But my journey is different. Its unique to me.

P.S. What’s your idea of being different? Do you have a different point of view?

All of it would have been different, and this life would mean something, at least for him.

I've never read the book. What did Dorian Grey do that was so immoral and sinful?

Tried everything. A well-paying corporate job, govt. exams. Nothing provided me with security. I didn’t have time to myself. Hustling was my name. Didn’t go to parties, travel or anything. Didn’t talk to friends.

Do anything and everything because you like it. You love it. Do the things that make you go crazy. Things you’d barter your breath for. Things that make your life a rainbow.

To take out these experiments, accept the asymmetry of your emotions, your eccentricities, aspirations and thoughts for what they actually are. Instead of filtering it through the social system, recognize the difference and apply it in your life.

Don’t get a partner because you’re jealous of your friends.

Otherwise, thank you for reading. It was fun writing to you all. Hope it helped you in more ways than one.

So, keep on experimenting.

I am an ordinary human being with the same body structure as you who are reading, you and I have the same material of what our bodies and brains are made up of.

"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde

Being different is being a weirdo. And being okay about it.

You know how all of this enlightenment came to me.

Being different is being a mess, yet being okay with it.

Not ignoring emotions because they can be destructive. Not underestimating your aspirations because society calls them second-rate.

Not because people show it off and you have to follow the lead.

Everything has shaped me. Friends who gave me their pens and journals. Best friends I never made. Crush that made me write poems while he didn’t care. Romances I’ve missed. Opportunity to become an editor or a news correspondent I missed. I think all this has made me the writer I am.

He would have experienced the miracle called light. Maybe he got better food to eat. Then he got wounded. Then in search of balm, he travaled to the wilderness and found a party of rats, eaten to its heart’s content and danced the night out.

Yes, I was not at all happy.

Without experiments, is life worth it.