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Appreciate the beauty around you, it will fade very soon.

~ Anonymous

Today, I stumbled upon the story of a boy learning to code from his broken and battered phone. His heart melting email to Nelson (founder of amigoscode), to help him with a $50 investment from him, so that he can buy a computer and learn to code a little conviniently — warmed my heart!

I reckon, more often than not, we take things from granted. More often than not, we forget our privileged life circumstances, and tend to bend towards and ruminate around problems that aren’t even a problem (upon microscopical surgery) in the first place. For, if you’re reading this blog through the convenience of your smart phone or computer; there are people who want your freaking life for them in exchange. There’re people who are in real pain, than we are. More often than not, there are more real, complicated problems and issues than the ones we think we have. Hunger. Death. Poverty. The real struggle for bread on the table. The real fight and flight for dreams.

Dr. Jordan B Peterson puts it right, “Get your shit together! Be responsible for your shits and for the ones that aren’t yours as well.” Let the boy be the apt metaphor, the tool, the fire, the drive for our dreams, and save ourselves from lingering around complaints and dissatisfaction and the bruises and the ephemeral problems.

Gist of it all: Let’s all be grateful for the opportunity that we have which’s called life. Let’s all start from wherever we are and strive and stride and struggle with purpose, with firm commitment, and determination and discipline, with love and grace — not so much painfully, forcefully but with utter joy!

Namaste!

p.s. the video down below awaits you.

Doris Lessing writes, “We all of us have limited amounts of energy, and I am sure the people who are successful have learned, either by instinct or consciously, to use their energies well instead of spilling them about. And this has to be different for every person, writers or otherwise. I know writers who go to parties every night and then, recharged instead of depleted, happily write all day. But if I stay up half the night talking, I don’t do so well the next day. Some writers like to start work as soon as they can in the morning, while others like the night or—for me almost impossible—the afternoons. Trial and error, and then when you’ve found your needs, what feeds you, what is your instinctive rhythm and routine, then cherish it.”

I’m surprised I never realized that we’ve so little time, when it fundamentally comes to the acute sense of urgency. MIU taught me the essence of time-investment. These days, I’m curious how successful people on the top of the Maslow’s pyramid harnesses, optimizes and savors theirs.

Very few or worst no one tells us that

We must try to understand the person in each of us, specially our ego.

We must invest time instead of spending it.

We must be okay with discomforts and challenges and pressure and all the things that could go against our own will. In short, we must be okay with not being okay.

We must be okay if things didn’t pan out the way we anticipated.

We must be okay about all the beautiful shits that pinches and pokes us time=to-time.

We must be okay to make sacrifices.

We must be okay to be alone.

We must be okay to have the wildest dream possible and aim at it and move towards it and not worry about the consequences and be just okay even if we fall short eventually!

Namaste.

It isn’t the things themselves that disturb people, but the judgements that they form about them. ~ Epictetus

“I need to develop a much-needed, a must-have skill to digest setbacks and failures.”, I clearly remember the evening when I was having this conversation with Babu.

There will come a time when despite all the hard-work, the sleepless nights, the restless days, Despite giving everything I have — I will still fall short, I will still fail.

Very rarely, I’ve had these kind of scant, hard-to-chew, hard-to-swallow kinds of moments in my life. But then, as I often tell; memory’s a weird thing, that you eventually forget the taste, the smell and the feel of those (beautiful in their own unique way) memories. And, because of this one simple reason,

you forget that, ‘acceptance is your antidote‘,

you forget that, ‘obstacle is the way‘ (from Ryan Holiday),

you forget that, ‘it’s one single day against the rest of the other days you would live’,

you forget that,’ instead of regret and resentment, self-reflection, course correction is a noble virtue to practice’,

you forget that, ‘there’re things that you’ve absolutely control over and there’re things that you don’t‘,

you forget that, ‘all you have is this single day, and the powerful choice to choose to decide how you want to spend it‘,

you forget that, ‘you can use some magic of deliberate self-love and self-care‘,

you forget that, ‘future has nothing to do with your past but everything to do with your present‘,

you forget that, ‘your decision at this ugly moment really has weight; that your resolve to harness the power of this unimaginable and utterly uncomfortable, sadness —matters!’,

A note to self — Comeback to this post every once in a while.

Namaste!

I have always been consistent with my promises.

Musicpervs is one of them.

However, it’s been a while I’ve not been giving her much attention,

It’s been a while I’ve dissed my promise,

It’s been a while I’m living a flavor of life never occurred to me before,

It’s been a while I’ve had to really, really measure my priorities,

It’s been a while I’ve had to suffer in magnitude I never saw coming,

It’s been a while I’ve had to manage hour-by-hour,

It’s been a while I’ve had to calculate and allocate my time to sleep,

It’s been a while I’m rolling with the punches in this unique journey of pain and the pleasure.

You may be wondering ‘what the fuck’ I’m talking about, because everything I said above is freaking discrete, and rightly so, adds to nothing of useful information to your senses.

But, a big but, If you know me well, you would know I am going through a whole-another-lever phase of my life. Nevertheless, for the record, let’s recall few of the highlights of the past few weeks:

Prof. Xing’s advice — to not give up, to keep believing in myself that I can do it and work really, really freaking hard for it.

Despite all the circus going around in-between my days and the night, I managed to stick with potatoshrestha’s commitment

Got my first ‘B’ (34/40) on Web Application Programming’s (CS472-WAP) midterm and for the ‘A’ on the overall grade, showing up for the exam knowing I can only afford to lose 1 point (despite acknowledging the fact that the exam is going to be darn tricky and utterly tough that time around as well) was a different ball-game!

Didn’t sleep the whole night for the project. Will be forever in-debt to one of my best friends — Puku dai!

Samyog becomes father again to a baby girl on April 17, 2022.

Got new information on ‘OPT track’. Nani stepped in to help with the finances.

Solution get’s addicted to kimchi and the nail extension

Got our driver’s license from Burlington

Had made the mess of my room.

Got GSA for Software Architecture

Namaste!

The whole is greater than sum of its parts. ~Aristotle

Sometimes for clear perspective, ‘How much?” is an apt inquiry.

How much do you love your life?

How much do you love the fact that you are alive, or synonymously, how much do you love this fleeting moment, … the present?

How much do you care about your future?

How much do you love anyone? Your Father. Your Mother. Your siblings. Your Boyfriend. Your Girlfriend. Your Grandparents. Your yours.

How much does any one random or a particular event — matters, in the equation of how much you love your one whole life?

How much do you care about yourself?

How much are you serious about the serious things in life?

Purpose? Responsibility? Friendship? Kindness? Goals?

How much do you want to make this life the best!

How much are you doing all of these deliberately?

How much are you deeply fulfilled?

How much do you have to beat yourself up to be the one fulfilled?

Lastly,

It all boils down to two simple questions.

How much is ‘enough’ to last?

How much would ‘anything’ matter?

Namaste.

What’s your definition of ‘The Best Day’ ?. ~ author

Ralph Waldo Emerson writes,

“Finish every day and be done with it. For manners and for wise living it is a vice to remember. You have done what you could; some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day; you shall begin it well and serenely, and with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense. This day for all that is good and fair. It is too dear, with its hopes and invitations, to waste a moment on the rotten yesterdays.”

It has always been ‘forward’. It has always been about’the’ now and the ‘future’.

What you do today is always going to matter the most.

What you did will most certainly explain the bulk about your ‘current’ circumstance.

And, if you don’t have an aim, and you move with the wind of fate and luck, the ‘sleep-walking’ is obvious!

Treat each day as a miracle,

as an only day,

as your absolute existence.

Marcus Aurelius pens down,

“Concentrate every minute like a Roman— like a man— on doing what’s in front of you with precise and genuine seriousness, tenderly, willingly, with justice. And on freeing yourself from all other distractions. Yes, you can— if you do everything as if it were the last thing you were doing in your life, and stop being aimless, stop letting your emotions override what your mind tells you, stop being hypocritical, self-centered, irritable. You see how few things you have to do to live a satisfying and reverent life? If you can manage this, that’s all even the gods can ask of you.”

Let that sink in.

Namaste.

One day. One grade. One assignment. One mistake — doesn’t define you!

Anonymous

I have been there.

The chase for the perfect Grade Point Average.

GPA 4.0.

A’s. More A’s.

Grades that have hardly shaped my personal and professional life.

Recently I had a candid conversation with — say Mr. X (for fragment of your imagination).

He was really upset about the grades he received for the module.

He was seemingly beating himself up for one meager mistake that costed him an ‘A’.

I was really trying to listen to him and at the same time also trying my best to figure out the right things to say.

But, perhaps he didn’t need anything coming from me.

Maybe he ONLY needed a listening ear to pour his full heart and that’s it, and not someone sympathizing, not someone hardly helping.

Looking back, I wouldn’t have felt any different than what he was going through. For, I am in that same race too. The race that I know is very expensive to participate in. The race that I know is seemingly significant but practically are mere numbers.

Tonight I want to swallow this pill once again, “GPA 4.0, or straight A’s is not the dream, is not the only way, the dream m.u.s.t be something else!”

The purpose must be progress. Not a transcript.

Your identity must be your virtues. Not grades.

Your dream must be fulfillment and appetite for more responsibility. Not A’s.

Your hunger must be competence. Not 4.0.

Namaste.