I wish I cared less: The Art of letting life be

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   When I was in school, I feared public speaking to death because I was not well versed in English. Most of the time I didn't get a chance to speak because our class was so large. But when nothing else worked out, I had to speak. Things often got worse. I worried like hell. I could not focus on other things for the time being. Along with this, another matter of concern was “my image”. If I fumbled or couldn't speak well, how would I face my teachers and classmates? Now I wonder, what a stupid person I was? How under confident I was? I worried about the things that are just a cakewalk for most of you and for me now.  What if I had been a little more confident? How much stress could I have avoided in my childhood?  Now I understand that it was all in my imagination ... .Instead of worrying, I could have focused on improving my English speaking. Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and speak the way I do today? But, I know I can't. As the time and that platform a...

I am the wanderer


 

I am the wanderer, seeking the unknown,

I am an explorer, far from home. 


I refuse to settle in a single place, 

To taste the same flavors, or run the same race, 

I won't grow stagnant where the crowd divide, 

With the spirit of a wanderer burning inside. 


We are given only one fleeting life to live, 

With so many horizons and secrets to give, 

I want to push past where the map must end, 

With every new road acting as my friend. 


Let me get lost in the world's wide embrace,

Vanish completely without leaving a trace, 

I want to wake up where the stars align, 

To a brand new reality that is finally mine. 


I am the wanderer, seeking the unknown, 

I am an explorer, far from home. 



The journey within: You know everything





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