Dear myself,
Today I am not writing to ask you "how have you been dear?" My first letter is of self-recognition, and I will write it in first person.
Starting from the point where we left home five years back, till date, you and I have grown and nourished into a point of bare-recognition. Rather, the situation and setting around us have helped us grow into more and more a person that we are today - and I have been looking for a term that defines what we are.
Are we independent? No, there are so many dependencies that I wish we could remove and still function in good order. I seek to be emotionally independent - more so consciously these days than ever before. I have my little ego in place, as well as lack of confidence - and sometimes I feel self-respect intertwined with a wish to slap myself tight. On some days, you very well know that I just put up a face without using my mind much, and some days like today - I engulf myself into thoughts. I am a living fallacy of contradictions. I have my happy highs, lonely lows, and then lonely highs and melancholic lows. Sometimes I am with people, and I love it - but dear myself, many a times being alone with you makes my most fulfilling days - and you know that I am NOT a loner. I love to make conversations, meet new people, make new friends, feel enticing and enticed, laugh it off or cry it out - but I do understand the language crafted into silence, and still sometimes I appall you with my dumbness, don't I?
You know that my music changes it's genre and handwriting changes its typography along with our mood and time of the day. I have my own ideologies altogether about work, and on some days I fail to motivate either of us to work whatsoever.
It struck upon me today in shower (like many other great ideas have before) that I am brewing us into autonomy all this while.
Yes, I am an autonomous person.
I don't like to chose what and how I do stuff, rather I effortlessly end up choosing it. I don't like to dominate people because I respect the code of autonomy and I take it for granted that other people who matter to me also do the same - so much so that lack of it does not anger me, it baffles me.
Not so surprisingly, off late many such people are emerging around me - in web or in person.
And most of them are women around our age or status.
I am sure that there are plenty of people who can identify themselves with this monologue. I feel a sense of association with us - the autonomous people - and social networks have an immense role to play in it. More on social networks, later.
Stay awake, stay alive!
~ N
Today I am not writing to ask you "how have you been dear?" My first letter is of self-recognition, and I will write it in first person.
Starting from the point where we left home five years back, till date, you and I have grown and nourished into a point of bare-recognition. Rather, the situation and setting around us have helped us grow into more and more a person that we are today - and I have been looking for a term that defines what we are.
Are we independent? No, there are so many dependencies that I wish we could remove and still function in good order. I seek to be emotionally independent - more so consciously these days than ever before. I have my little ego in place, as well as lack of confidence - and sometimes I feel self-respect intertwined with a wish to slap myself tight. On some days, you very well know that I just put up a face without using my mind much, and some days like today - I engulf myself into thoughts. I am a living fallacy of contradictions. I have my happy highs, lonely lows, and then lonely highs and melancholic lows. Sometimes I am with people, and I love it - but dear myself, many a times being alone with you makes my most fulfilling days - and you know that I am NOT a loner. I love to make conversations, meet new people, make new friends, feel enticing and enticed, laugh it off or cry it out - but I do understand the language crafted into silence, and still sometimes I appall you with my dumbness, don't I?
You know that my music changes it's genre and handwriting changes its typography along with our mood and time of the day. I have my own ideologies altogether about work, and on some days I fail to motivate either of us to work whatsoever.
It struck upon me today in shower (like many other great ideas have before) that I am brewing us into autonomy all this while.
Yes, I am an autonomous person.
I don't like to chose what and how I do stuff, rather I effortlessly end up choosing it. I don't like to dominate people because I respect the code of autonomy and I take it for granted that other people who matter to me also do the same - so much so that lack of it does not anger me, it baffles me.
Not so surprisingly, off late many such people are emerging around me - in web or in person.
And most of them are women around our age or status.
I am sure that there are plenty of people who can identify themselves with this monologue. I feel a sense of association with us - the autonomous people - and social networks have an immense role to play in it. More on social networks, later.
Stay awake, stay alive!
~ N
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