Years after making something, when I look back to my own content, it looks like the writing and doings of some other self. I don’t have the required confidence to claim that it is my work only, because it was written by some other person, which is some earlier, other me.
In all, I feel empty now, because all my knowledge will decay one day. There is no feeling of accomplishment because when I look back at those certificates and appreciations, I feel like I don’t deserve them now. I deserved them before, NOT NOW.
In all, I feel empty now, because all my knowledge will decay one day. There is no feeling of accomplishment because when I look back at those certificates and appreciations, I feel like I don’t deserve them now. I deserved them before, NOT NOW.
So how do we carry this journey forward because the more steps I take the earlier fade away, and I am left with the past few, the present few and the future upcoming few.
My writings might appear to be funny in every logical sense, but the truth is that logic itself is funny in every sense.
Signing off.
