What makes you different?

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.

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?

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.

What have I done wrong? How can I start over?

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

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.

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

Why do I have the impression that almost all questions about advertising the flat Earth theory come from people who don't believe in a flat Earth themselves and are just provoking?

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

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

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

How do I build rapport with anybody?

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

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

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.

What are the coolest new smart home gadgets to upgrade your living space?

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.

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

So, what actually makes us all different?

What is the dirtiest thing you have allowed your husband to do?

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

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

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.

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What if he’d come outside?

Agree?

Don’t drink because everybody does today.

Hello, I have a question about astral projection. I started to get interested in this a little while after my mum passed in april. I thought I may be able to see her and speak with her if I managed to achieve astral projection. Since this interest, every time i sleep on my back I go into sleep paralysis. However, I cant progress into astral projection because it is very scary for me as I feel like I'm suffocating when this happens. I panic and force myself to wake up. This only ever happened about once a year before this. It sometimes lasts a long time. This has happened about 3 times per week since my mum died, as mentioned on a previous post. I no longer try to go into it anymore(due to the suffocating feeling), but it still happens. I read that sleep paralysis is the pathway to astral projection. Why has this started to happen so frequently since simply taking an interest in it? Is this connected to the afterlife? I am concerned about it as I now cannot seem to stop this happening. Could it be my mum trying to communicate? Im asking due to more knowledge around this in this group.

Take my word. You won’t regret it.

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

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

Are you more of a butt guy or a boob guy?

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

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

Can you make it?

My marriage is fixed. My future husband repeatedly calls me to meet me in private and pressure me to have a relationship. What should I do?

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

You know how all of this enlightenment came to me.

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

Do all you people that took the "jab" feel lied to yet?

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.

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

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

What is the word for truth and its meaning in Koine Greek?

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

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.

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

Why do women wear less clothes compared to men?

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

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

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.

How do you get a teenage boy to care about hygiene?

Yes, I was not at all happy.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

What makes you YOU.

So, keep on experimenting.

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.

Without experiments, is life worth it.