A Resistance to the Written Word
I find myself at ease typing instead of writing.
The crisp pages of a leatherbound journal yearn for me to pen words. But I can't. I just can't.
It's easier to do it, I know. I can journal everyday over there, but why is it that it's so easy to type?
None of that Ali Abdaal productive BS sits right with this.
I don't think I'm more expressive here than on a piece of paper. I don't expect people to stumble onto this. The only person aware of this blog's existence is Shrishti, who occasionally reads it too. But why do I write digital and not written? That's something I can't wrap my head around.
Would I do it, if I don't have a Mac? Hmmm.
The bike's repair costs have come down to 1.1L. It will bear scars of the accident, but Slippy will ride again. I don't want to touch him till I get my license, a new ECE helmet and gloves. But that's still a mile away. I crave to ride, but i'm also smart enough to learn from my mistakes.
I'll be repaying dad in tranches, who'll put up most of the costs. But making it will need some time.
I feel like I now have some direction in life. To pursue a career in finance, is my long-term aim. Be it in a startup (KK is underway) or in traditional finance, I do not care.
I've picked up CFA now, ordered the books as well. In a world of speed, patience and playing the long-game is key. I need to build myself. My prime is not in my 20s. It's in ensuring that I accrue the skills to shine when I'm 50. Nobody knows how AI might turn out, but all I do know is that in the hurry of 'software is disappearing' people are finding desperate means to make any money possible. Not me.
I will make shit-tons of it. But money will be a by-product of the service I provide.
I was just discussing with Hriday the idea of side-gigs. I really should pick up one. I'm waiting to hear back from Ashoka (fingers-crossed) and then take a call. Having that extra pay, though not necessarily permanent kind of eases you a bit. And not just on pay.
I think work and life are in a serendipitous cycle. You don't work 24/7, nor is your life outside your work supposed to be the end-all. The work provides you with resources - skills, money, and relationships to best live your life large. You can use the money you've made to take a wood-working class. This allows you to sculpt small carvings, which ease pressure by allowing you to redirect your focus more effectively.
Man, we have only limited time to navigate such a complex thing as life.
I kind of want to spend more time with my family. But after uni there's been some form of a distance. Not instrumented by arguments, fights or sequence of events, but just a combination of distance. Both emotionally and physically. I want to try and get that back. How? Maybe get off my device more often? Maybe sit in the hall? I've tried them, but I'm not sure.
Life really is hard, eh?