Dheeraj

I thought of writing, an activity that I believed was better left to the rich and influential; it seemed to me that good language skills and the mental fortitude for critical thinking were luxuries that only they could afford. Consequently, I recognized that the rest of us must adapt simply to survive. Initially aspiring to be a scientist or researcher, my plans got derailed when life started unfolding itself; mostly for the worse.
As fate would have it, ultimately all roads lead to Rome if one is adamant about going to Rome. Meanwhile, I found my dwindling existence finding stability in philosophy. However, life takes many twists and turns before an individual realizes that life is a silent chaos.
In due course, I came to a realization: my heart would outlive my mind, even if it came at the cost of a miserable life. Notably, I found solace in Nietzsche's words: "To live is to suffer; to survive is to find some meaning in the suffering." Ultimately, my mind became aware of the charade of suffering, yet my heart thrived in it.