Finally, after seven months, a desire to write but nothing that I wanna write about. This is the only line i have managed to type in last ten minutes. Kinda disappointed with myself. Life has been so routine for past sometime that nothing has managed to get me thoughtful. Routine in a good way but still...routine. One of the sad things about past seven months is that gradually the list of people i might look up to or get inspired by here has hardly any names left. I guess that’s how its supposed to be...the amount you absorb from people around you diminishes once you have been with them for a while. Now that this is my fourth semester here...very few things that people do or say takes me by surprise or makes me think. And the things that i do absorb from others are simple gestures or tiny pieces of thoughts. Simple things that make the process of learning how to live on my own continue.
I guess the major thing i learned is how little is the importance of defining moments or spectacular events in our lives . How a routine life can be good and how stability and security are what we seek through things that start by sweeping us of our feet. Learning curve can be a negative exponential so many times but the nice bit is that it always extends to infinity.
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