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Life is a long, wondrous and continuous introduction to yourself.

The act of creation — it leads me to unknown places. Only to make me realize that all was known, always. And yet, I live every day with the hope that I’ll explore, create and grow into someone new. Because what’s life if not a long, wondrous and continuous introduction to yourself.

In this journey, music lives by my side. I find melody in my writing, and a lot of writing in my melodies. Sometimes, I hear songs in the bubbles of boiling tamarind water. Or in the stroke of red paint over the canvas. Or in the giggles of a child after a good joke. Tunes find their way even into my boredom, curiosity and the thoughts in between. And a rhythm taps into my sorrow, so it can take the leap to laughter.

Such is music. Such is life — yours and mine.

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Generation Gap and Risk factors

Growing up is strange. Especially, if you keep growing up for a while and love the idea. I love being a kid (in character and ideas). I feel fresh and positive about things when i continue to acknowledge innocence in tasks and scenarios. But lately, the thought of becoming mature and realistic in decision making has been boggling life a lot. Having taken numerous risks in life both professionally and personally, i have felt that i consider "thoughtfully taking decisions based on excitement and probability" over the tried and tested.

At the same time, i also am prone to looking for reasons with-in myself than external factors. This was fine till today or say, didn't bring out any noticeable problems. All of a sudden, i see, how my decisions have disturbed the comfort level of certain people around me. I am suddenly questioned for my choices. However trivial the reasons be, i see a huge lack of understanding between me and my elders. Suddenly it seems difficult to bridge and i fail to act indifferent to it.

I suddenly find myself thinking of a comfortable decision for others than an exciting decision for self.

To an extent, i like myself for it but to a large extent, i don't know the implications of it.

UncategorizedKavitadifficulties, self, thoughts