I am an ordinary person. I rub my shoulders with you often, and when you step on my feet, I step aside without saying a word, assuming it was unintentional. I prefer to give people the benefit of the doubt they deserve and for same reason I’m often disappointed to invest my thoughts on many unnecessary people. But that doesn’t change a pixel of my psyche.
I’m constantly learning, because the more you know you realize how less it is that you actually know, and wondering – do confident people are really confident? Do they also feel they don’t know even a bit of what lies out there? And does it make them humble too? I’m not in control of my life, no matter how hard I try. Neither I’m sure if I ever will. Still, I hope that someday I’ll catch-up on things I’ve lost contact with.
I’m not the person you’ve just read about. I’m not the person who you see in my writing. Not entirely at least. I have my shades. I have my dimensions. I have a wider range of personalities, mostly inside my head or in my writing. For everyone else I’m just the same person. No, I don’t have a mental disorder.
I take pleasure in doing few things, writing is one of them. I’m not perfect in anything. I just do them all passionately because if I’m not passionate about something why would I even do it. On this blog, I write about the stuff I feel I must. Not all of it makes sense, but you’ll see different varieties here with one common theme. I’ll let you figure that out.
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