The curious case of Nipsey Hussle.

This is Nipsey Hussle. He was an American rapper, business owner, social activist and (as the name suggests) a true hustler.

To be honest with you, I don’t really know much about Nip. I was never a fan of his music nor did I follow him. But I am still writing this article because when Nip was killed in 2019, it was such a huge news. It was such a big story that I, who had never heard of his name prior to his demise, had to learn about him and his legacy. People from all over the world mourned his death, especially the black community in America. Influential names like LeBron James and Barak Obama respected him.

But why?

He was just another rapper. He wasn’t even that popular.

So why did the ex-president of United States of America, write a letter to a not so popular rapper who used foul language in his songs and talked about street life and gang violence, telling him how much he appreciated him and his work?

What was so special about Nipsey Hussle? Why did he matter so much?

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Nipsey Hussle was born in the poverty-stricken area of Crenshaw Los Angeles in 1985. He grew up in the ‘hood’ as they call it. It was poor, unemployment was high, basic infrastructures were bad, and there was a serious problem of gun violence and gang culture. Opportunities for young black men in such communities were close to none. Subsequently at the age of just 14, he dropped out of school and left his home to join the local ‘Neighborhood Crips Gang’. And as I have seen in numerous movies about gang culture in America, once a young black man joins a gang and become part of the usual gang activity (lootings, drugs and gun violence), there is little hope for him to return to his ‘normal’ life. And so, as many would assume, Nipsey’s future as a young black man in the hood was bleak.

Gang culture primarily stems from a lack of opportunity. When the youth experience nothing but poverty and hopelessness all their life, they assume that there is nothing more to life than drugs, jewelry, sex and violence. There is no real sense of education or ownership of one’s life in the hood, primarily because they don’t know any better. That becomes their way of life. And it was this lifestyle that young Nipsey was quickly becoming a part of. One could have assumed; he would end up like millions of other black men stuck in a vicious cycle of unemployment and gang activity: either dead or in prison.

But he didn’t. Neither came true for Nipsey.

Why?

Because he was different.

See, Nipsey was a mentally strong person. He, unlike most of his peers in the gang, saw what life could be like beyond the usual drugs, money and violence. He saw that life was worth more than just dying in the streets or being locked up behind bars for the rest of his life. Despite all odds, he chose to do better than what people around him expected him to do in life. The environment he grew up in was designed for a young black man like him to remain stuck in poverty, get addicted to drugs, become a father of multiple children that he couldn’t take responsibility for, do illegal activities, and either get shot in the streets or be incarcerated. But despite all these, he refused to fall into the lifestyle he was expected to live by everyone around him.

There was literally nothing positive in the environment he grew up in. Everywhere around him was nothing but poverty, gang shootings and police brutality. He had no formal education or stable financial background. He had to literally come up from ‘nothing’. But still…

He decided to become a better man.

And that takes courage.

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So, instead of getting lost in the gangster lifestyle, he took refuge in music. He started rapping and releasing his music independently in 2008. Since then, he never looked back on the gang life and decided to continue his career as a rap artist.

What’s more?

Later in his carrier, he founded Marathon clothing store in his neighborhood. He employed many people from his own hood, and built it into a landmark for streetwear and rap culture. Moreover, he also started a co-working environment named ‘Vector 90’ which provides space and services for youth in the community to get together and work on business ideas (which would subsequently “heighten the economic and social fabric” of the community). He worked very hard both in his rap career and entrepreneurial endeavors. He brought a level of prosperity to his poverty-stricken neighborhood and showed his people a way toward social mobility.

Hence, Nipsey was much more than just a rapper. He was a role model for many people. He showed that being born in an environment full of poverty and crime doesn’t destine you to such a lifestyle. He proved that one could take his destiny in his own hands and make good in the world, even in the worst of circumstances.

He gave HOPE to people.

And that is the reason why he is loved and respected by all over the world. His sudden death was shocking for many. His life and his legacy continue to be celebrated by his fans and loved ones.

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Nipsey Hussle, real name Ermias Joseph Asghedom, was fatally shot by a man outside his store Marathon Clothing in south of Los Angles on March 31 2019. He died due to gunshot wounds.

He advocated against gun violence.

Obama’s letter to Nipsey.

Cheers!

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The curious case of Juice Wrld.

This is Juice Wrld. He was an American rapper, song writer and an overall cool person.

I really liked his music. Believe it or not, he used to inspire me. I actually loved him and what he represented.

He died on December 8, 2019 at the young age of just 21.

The cause of his death: suspected drug induced seizure. He died at Midway International Airport in Chicago.

The reason I really liked his music is because, he used to humanize himself. A lot of rappers, or pop artists for that matter like to portray themselves as super humans; as if they are perfect people. They brag about how their life is perfect, how they have a lot of money, how they are so cool or they talk about some fantasy of theirs. That is the reason why most music out there is not relatable at all.

But not juice wrld.

Juice wrld portrayed himself as a normal person. He never claimed to be some “superstar” so bright and distant that you could never relate to, instead it felt like he was just a normal person like everyone else. It felt that he could actually be your friend. That he had real life problems. And he had flaws and that he struggled in life, like most of us do.

His music was real. He talked about what he felt in his actual life. How he struggled with depression and drug addiction. How he struggled with suicidal thoughts. How he wanted to be better but just couldn’t. How he tried, as we all do, but unfortunately couldn’t do it.

And juice wrld was really talented. He had a lot of musical talent. He was a real good rapper. In his songs he could clearly articulate his feelings and tell a story. If you listen to a lot of music, you would know that only a handful of people can actually do that. And do it beautifully. And juice did it, and he used to do it beautifully, like no other rapper I know of.

He was so good that he used to these one-hour freestyles on live radio. One hour! Can you believe it? And he was just 21. Imagine all the potential he had. He already had millions and millions of views. He was getting so popular. He had millions of fans. I imagine all the songs he had written but now, we would never hear it. Such a shame.

This is one of my favorite songs of his called lean with me.

In this song he basically explains how he is struggling with his drug addiction. In the song he said, “Told her if I die, Imma die young”. And he did. At the age of just 21! He was not just saying it, he really meant it. He was literally asking for help. And it makes his death that much sadder for me.

This is another one of his songs called graduation. Here he remembers his high school days. You might like it; you might have even heard this song before. It’s quite entertaining too.  

I am not sure why, but I used to relate to him a lot. Maybe because we all are struggling in life in our own ways. He never hid his flaws like many of us do. If he had become fat, he did not cover it up just to look good in the eyes of people, he remained shirtless in his music videos. He was true to himself. He represented much more than just his music and being a cool rapper.

He was a good person who was just struggling in life like most of us do.

I really miss him and his music.

I don’t really care about people in general, and I never met Juice Wrld. He didn’t even know I exist lol. I was just literally one of million others who like his music. For him, I might have been just another number.

But for some reason, his death really made me feel sad. Like I truly cared about him. I think about all those songs we will never get to hear. He had so much potential! He could have been so much bigger and inspire so many people.

But he died young.

Why do legends have to die young?

I miss Juice.

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Quick note: before we begin, did you know that matured cells in your body can literally change their morphology and become completely different type of cells, and this process is called metaplasia?

Do you know about the invisible people?

Recently have been indulging into something weird. Like, not like some crazy shit like licking your toes or something but, like something that I think is strange.

Over the past few days, I have been looking at videos interviewing homeless people. Like you know those videos where a guy with a camera goes around the city and finds poor homeless people struggling and just talks to them about their life. Yeah, that kind of videos. And I am not sure why but…

I freaking love these videos. I can’t stop watching them.

I don’t know the reason for my strange fascination with hearing peoples’ miseries but I really enjoy doing that. Like it makes me feel calm. It makes me feel that everything in my life is all right (at least I am doing better than those homeless people lol, sucks to be them!). But yeah, I have recently realized that I am kind of orgasmic to seeing people suffer. It makes me feel good about myself. It makes me strangely happy inside.

Even though it’s like really really sad. Like so sad.

I mean, it sounds weird but when you really think about it, misery is all relative right? I mean everyone is suffering in life, just that some people more than others. So, when I am feeling bad about myself (which happens a lot unfortunately), I see these poor people who have absolutely nothing going for them in life. I watch these videos of homeless people who are heroin addicts, were kicked out of home when they were 12, had an abusive parent, have a horrible disease, lost their job or their family abandoned them, had 2 babies while they were on the street while being just 21, are disabled, need to have sex with strangers to get food, get spitted on by people while they are begging for money, were raped on the streets, and so much more. What’s more, sometimes there are updates about their life after some years on Youtube, and some of them die, like you know the usual stuff: got hit by a train or just overdosed on drugs.

Off! So much for setting the mood right lol.

But anyways, when I watch these videos, I feel very good about myself. I mean, I at least have a home to live in, my parent’s didn’t kick me out when I was 12, I don’t have to beg for food, I wasn’t raped, nor am I a heroine addict (tho I have a real bad habit of surfing too much internet ; ) But all things considered, my life is wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy better than these homeless guys. So, that makes me feel calm, like life is good right now.

Am I being selfish, enjoying off people’s miseries like this?

I don’t know man, but it sure works for me lol.

And in every video the guy asks these people what are their 3 wishes. And they ask for the simplest of things; like have a simple job: ANY job, a place to live and a little bit of love. I mean I already have most of the things these people can only dream about and beyond. Idk man, it’s funny that what I take for granted is like a “wish” for these people. It’s so strange.

I mean I don’t feel special or fortunate when I eat my breakfast every morning, or go to bed on my comfy bed every night. So, what the fuck are these good for noting homeless freaks talking about?

I have no idea.

But yeah, that’s what I wanted to talk about, I guess.

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Cheers!

I used to be a jellyfish.

See you’s a, you’s a, you’s a bitch 

Your hormones prolly switch 

Inside your DNA

Problem is, all that sucker shit

Inside your DNA

Daddy prolly snitched, heritage 

Inside your DNA

Backbone don’t exist

Born onside a jellyfish, I gauge

These are the lyrics from Kendrick Lamar’s song “DNA”. Kendrick Lamar is an American rapper. I like Kendrick Lamar. 

Here is the actual song:

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So, what does this seemingly unrelatable song has to do with this article? 

Well… a lot to be honest because I was born a jellyfish myself. (And I got the idea to write this article from the song itself so… yeah.) 

BUT, WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN?

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See, as Kendrik Lamar puts it: for the most part of my life, I used to feel like I didn’t have a backbone in my body. Like I didn’t have solid opinions of my own, I felt all mushy-gushy, like I didn’t possess any shape. I felt like a jellyfish in this vast ocean of opinions, bending to the will and desires of people. Like I didn’t have will and desires of my own. 

Maybe it was my upbringing or constant changing of schools, there came a point in life where I was scared to have my own opinions. I came to an understanding that having your own opinions and standing by it, is a bad thing. That when you stand by your own beliefs, it makes it difficult to be friends with people. I used to hate confrontation with people (I still do) so, instead of holding onto my belief that might be at odds with my friend’s beliefs, I used to quickly ditch my own opinions and smile, seemingly agreeing to everything that he/she says (ah! we are best friends, we agree on everything right?) I truly felt like a jellyfish (and a weak one), one that can bend to any shape, just to fit the narrative of the moment.  

But say you want to hug a jellyfish. How would that feel?

I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t like it at all. I mean, a jellyfish is all mushy gushy and slimy, who would want to hug something like that? To hug someone is to have a connection with that person, and you wouldn’t have much success trying to have a connection with a jellyfish lol. You wouldn’t have wanted to hug a jellyfish like myself, someone who could say just about everything to please everyone in the room. Someone who doesn’t have faith in his own beliefs, so when they say they “love you”, you would have to ask yourself is it even true.

You wouldn’t want to hug a jellyfish. 

I wouldn’t want to hug a jellyfish. 

I didn’t want to hug myself. 

I hated being a jellyfish. You see, it is not a good feeling not having a backbone, is it?

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It was the summer holidays. The streets of Kathmandu were quiet. It was afternoon. It was sunny outside. It was 26 degrees (I guess lol). 

I was in my room. I was bored. 

Then I decided to do something about it. 

I decided to call a friend who lived nearby. Like super nearby but, she never went outside her home for evening walks like me. Like super close to my home, but like, not like a really close friend but, a friend, friend you know. So, anyways I was bored to death, so I asked her if she was wanted to come along and grab some Laphing with me. And well, she came along and off we went to grab some quality Laphing (which she really liked if I remember correctly.)

So after enjoying moderately tasty Laphing (at least for me) and a healthy dose of scorching sun on our backs, we decided to go to the huge tree nearby the river, across the bridge. This particular tree that I am talking about, was a personal favorite spot for me to just sit and relax. Sure, there was constant noise from the never-ending honking of vehicles from the nearby bridge and the river wasn’t, let’s say, the cleanest of them all, but nonetheless, this place was perfect for me. Why? Because this place had something that I couldn’t find nowhere else no matter how hard I tried: SOLITUDE. Apart from a small cigarette shop run by an old grandmother and a few guys here and there to smoke, no one really visited this place. 

So off we went to the big tree and we sat there. And we talked. And then I asked questions. So many questions. Because that’s what I do. And because she had seemingly such different life than me; she used to hang out with people I didn’t hang out with. She used to do things I didn’t use to do. 

I was curious about her life. Maybe because mine was so boring. 

So we talked and we talked. We talked about stuff at school, we talked about stuff at home (mostly she talked to be honest lol, cause I was only asking questions the whole time.) But one thing in our conversation struck out to me the most. 

How confident she was. 

Yes, she was confident. Well, at least she sounded so confident. So sure of her likes and dislikes. So sure of how she feels about stuff. So sure of herself. 

I was baffled. 

It was the most amazing thing I had ever seen! It really felt like a jellyfish finally meeting a real human being. She had her own opinions! She held on to her beliefs no matter what others thought of her. She didn’t seem to be scared to tell people how she exactly felt. Sure some people did not necessarily like her, but she… um as they say… did not give a fuck ; )

It was awesome! 

I, on the other hand, was still the slimy gooey jellyfish who was too scared to admit how he feels. I was too scared to admit if I liked someone. Moreover, I was even more scared to admit that I didn’t like someone. If I did not like someone, I used to guilt myself to death and force myself to like that person, no matter how bad I personally feel about it. Why? Because it made me a better friend. Because I could get along with everyone. Because that’s what jellyfishes do.  

 It was making me miserable.

And in the wise words of Kendrick Lamar: I truly was, in every way possible, a little bitch.

So, there I was with her, amazed at how confidently she spoke about things I would not dare speak out loud. She kept giving her opinions on people, she kept telling how she feels about certain things and certain friends, and I frantically took notes in my mind as if it was a math class. Then we played a certain game I made up lol where I mentioned a person’s name and she was to tell how she feels about that person. 

And she agreed to play the game!

And off I went asking her thoughts on every person I could name in the school, and she knocked out each question without so much as a second thought. What a badass! I couldn’t muster up the courage to admit how I felt about someone, whereas she was giving her opinions about people without fearing judgment. 

She was like a bright ray of sunlight passing through a dark cave, and I was more than glad to witness it. 

And with all that talking, it was evening already and we decided to head home. But just as we were getting up something cracked in my back, I felt a sharp pain and it quickly went away. 

I had a backbone. 

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It’s funny because this story is an important one for me. The conversation we had made me realize that having your own opinion is okay, and not everyone will like me, which is fine. But she might not even remember this story because it must have been just another conversation for her lol. People change people without ever knowing about it ; )

Beauty is in the eye of the behol… Is you hot or nah?

Buddha once said (or I guess he did) : real beauty is what’s inside a person, not the outer looks. 

Sounds beautiful right? 

Sounds like it’s true right? Like everyone should try to look at the inner beauty of people. Like we should not be so materialistic right?

I say, what a fine load of BULLSHIT!

Buddha, or whoever the fuck said it, was stupid lol. Sure, it sounds all good and Zen like but, really tho? 

Oh come on Buddha, sure you might be all enlightened and shit but, have you seen Kyle Jenner’s pics? I mean dyam bruh! She fine as hell! Sure, it’s super easy for you to say that, cause back in your day, there was no beautiful women posting those sensational pictures on your phone 24/7. And by sensational, I mean sensational……. I bet if you was around right now, Buddha would be smoking joints and tripping over the angles of Instagram. You had it easy back in your day my man, there was no girls posting photoshopped images of them fake boobs and gigantic asses at you. No wonder I can’t meditate these days lol.

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But real talk. 

We are raise with this notion that appearance do not matter, that it’s what’s inside you does. But, look at the world we live in. Does it seem like that? Sure it sounds good and morally correct, but is it true?

I say it ain’t and if it ain’t true, we should stop teaching this nonsense to our kids: preparing them for a world that would only disappoint them. 

See, these values of inner beauty sound good on paper, but what good are mere values which aren’t even true.

I assume you were fortunate enough to fly on an aeroplane in your life. Remember that experience? You go inside the plane, it all seems so big and wonderful and what’s more wonderful than the plane itself is: the moment you get inside the plane, there is a beautiful lady smiling (with a beautiful set of pearly whites) at you, smelling of sweet perfume (was it lavender?) and before you know it, you have fallen in love with this mysterious lady who seems too pretty to be true. True story, the first time I remember flying on an aeroplane was on a flight from Biratnagar to Kathmandu and the air hostess (it was Buddha air), was this beautiful lady and she was wearing, you know, one of those dresses where the thing is cut from the sides, and her thighs were exposed, and I was mesmerized by it lol. No wonder I remember this after all these years! And btw, I was probably 12 back then. That last part might raise a few eyebrows, but trust me, I don’t know the answers either ;  )

Or remember just about any advertisement, do you remember seeing a fat, ugly ass dude, who had pimples all over his face with a few teeth missing selling a car? Or a perfume? Or clothes? Or a watch? Or home loans? Or toothpaste? Or… fuck it insurance? Think about it. All you see is, tall dark and handsome dudes, with perfect teeth and blue eyes, speaking in that sexy deep voice, asking you to buy that new and improved old spice “shaving cream” available with a 5 percent discount for a limited time offer. It’s always Mr. Perfect selling you stuff, not your average guy (forget about ugly people lol, they don’t exist in the wonderful world of advertisement). Btw, now that I’ve mentioned it, I do need a shaving cream lol.

Or even more insidious, look at the children’s’ fairy tales. Sleeping beauty was no ugly ass bitch (ah, I hate this word, but for the purpose of this article), nah! she was beautiful as the fucking name suggests. Nor was Rapunzel, or Snow white, or Barbie (wait, is Barbie a princess? Ah the fuck do I know?) But you get the point, right? Every one of em ‘princesses’ is white and beautiful (and I bet they have their armpits shaved lol). Ain’t no ugly girl in the group, no no, cause if you ain’t got a body like a coke bottle, you could just as well jump from a bridge and die. Cause in the magical kingdom of Hollywood, there are no ugly princess. And talking about them charming princes! Ah so brave and handsome. I would seriously turn gay for one of those handsome hunks ; )

I can go on and on, but you get the idea.

Looks matter in this world. If they didn’t, we wouldn’t see your average looking women in commercials, or as air hostess, or a receptionist, or a news anchor, or any other job where you have to be ‘seen’ by people. You have to be beautiful to be in these jobs. Instead we see these, heavily make upped, smoking hot women, who look so unrealistically beautiful that that they might tell me to jump off a cliff and I might as well do it lol. (Don’t judge me, it’s a man’s weakness.) And the same goes with men. A man who has his shirt off in a perfume commercial is, always better than a man with his shirt buttons on. But we want to see those abs don’t we? We live in an era of Tinder dates and quick left swipes; ain’t nobody got time for how beautiful your fucking heart is lol (Trust me, if you have ‘I am a good person’ as your Tinder bio, you ain’t getting laid dude). And, it’s no surprise, that our society is in love in half naked men and women, it’s what we LOVE.

And that’s just the stuff what we can easily see. If you are beautiful, you have a higher chance of earning more than you ugly coworkers lol*. If you are a politician, looking desirable does help you win elections (look at Obama, Bush, Clinton, Kennedy, all of em are decent looking guys). If you can present yourself in a certain way, people like it. See, what you show outside, has real life consequences. It can increase your pay roll or even make you the next president of the United States.

And to close your ears and eyes, peach that look don’t matter is complete bullshit!

So, stop doing that you dumb motherfuckers. It’s messing with kids’ expectations of this world. They grow up believing this nonsense, and they are old enough, guess what? The world ain’t what you thought it was, and No Preety, you can’t be a model because you are ugly as fuck.

FACTS.

And don’t get me wrong. Ah I fucking hate it when people misunderstand me. I am NOT saying that it’s sad, or it’s a bad thing to be so materialistic and put beauty at such a high pedestal. Hell no! in fact I actually like the world as it is. And no matter how nice you try to sound, admit it, you like it too. I like my air hostess to be a little sexy, I like to see abs on Old Spice commercials, I like to see a pretty lady at the reception. Those things are desirable. And since I am a man of culture ;  ) I like nice things in life, and so do you.

So, that’s that world we live in. These are the facts, and to think otherwise is to be delusional. And no, I am not saying all this because I am particularly good looking lol, trust me, I wish I was that handsome hunk with a sexy voice ;  ) I am not, but it’s all right (I guess lol).

But to accept the truth is far better than to deny the facts.

So, to all the ugly motherfuckers out there: Sucks to be you bitches!

Cheers,

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HOME sweet home.

That’s true. There ain’t nothing like home. Comfort is actually important lol.

But until about a day ago, I used to think it was all bullshit; that getting comfortable to everyday stuff was boring. I had the belief that you needed something new everyday to be happy: that doing the same thing, talking to the same people and even living in the same place was undesirable (not that I could help it lol).

But as you grow older everyday, wisdom pops up in your dumb head every now and then; and as such was my revelation yesterday. It felt as if Jesus himself was talking to me, showering me with wisdom I never had but desperately needed… nah not really lol. But I did realize something yesterday. ;  )

So, yesterday was a pretty shitty day by my (now) stupid ass standards. I had waken up late, again betraying my 6 am alarm; felt groggy the whole day (probably because of sleeping late), didn’t really study, had 2 cups of coffee (who the fuck does that; never do that, stupid), and well at the end of the day; I was lying on my bed thinking where did the whole day go? I mean, it was as if it just vanished from my the pages of my finite life. I couldn’t remember anything worthwhile from the day. So, I started harassing myself over the way I had apparently “wasted” one whole day. I literally started torturing myself lol: giving myself all the names in the world, all the eye rolls, all the disappointing looks and all the, “why are so fucking lazy? you dumb ass!” statements.

Talk about being kind to yourself lol. Listen kids: don’t do this to yourself, the world is already hard enough to live in.

Anyways, amidst my unhealthy self loathing session (which I strangely enjoy lol), I realized something. I realized that the reason I was unhappy for the most part, was because nothing ‘new’ happened that day. I did not write anything, did not learn anything new, did not create anything new, did not meet anyone new, did not talk about anything new. It was an average shitty day. It was average for sure, but the shitty part was all in my head. I had harbored an (now) insane idea that, if it ain’t exiting, it’s not worth it. And it was making me fucking miserable.

I was so hooked on this idea of excitement, of newness, that it had started to change how I see the whole world. It had begun to affect my decisions in life. The idea that you need something exciting to be happy is a toxic one. I thought, if you don’t read anything new today, you didn’t read anything worthwhile; old friends are kinda useless, it’s new friends are exciting! make new friends and forget the old ones; ugh why do I even want to talk to my dad, we talk about the same ‘old’ stuff; I don’t want to talk to her, what are we gonna talk about?; don’t read that same book, read something else!, why would…. you get the idea right? I wanted change in life at a pace that was unsustainable.

So, if nothing ‘new’ happened that day, I would lay on my bed and feel all sad and grumpy. You see the problem with this idea of excitement? If you don’t have old friends, who is going to care about you? Those theoretical ‘new’ friends?; If you don’t talk to your dad, be it about the same old stuff, how are you going to have a good relationship with him? If you keep on changing books without finishing any, how are you going to learn? Life by it’s nature, is slow paced. Learn to accept it. You are a leaf in the river of life, don’t try to change the pace of the flow, you are a leaf after all; it’s the river that controls the flow. Learn to accept it.

So there it is, I learnt my lesson.

And one more thing lol.

I once asked my dad, “Dad, would you go and live in America if you had the chance now”?

And he said, no.

And I was surprised. I was like, “Are you dumb, you old man? It’s America!” I had thought back then, that my dad was too old to actually think about it rationally. That, with age, he had gotten stupid lol. I mean who would say that? People line up in thousands everyday, hoping to live in the country of endless dreams. I was, and am, one of those people. I mean, who would say no to clean water, fresh air, open roads, freedom, and just living in a first world country. It the USA. It was a no brainer!

But was it?

See, when you are young, as my dad always says, you think you know everything in the world. That, you are smarter than everyone else, that you know what others don’t and that you are entitled to special treatment. That’s the young man’s mistake, as he puts it. And sure enough, I made, and continue to make the same mistake lol. I thought I knew a lot, when I damn well didn’t.

I though dad was old and stupid, but it was I who was the fool.

See, what I failed to understand back then was that: comfort is importance to people. When you get older, you don’t want flashy new things, you want peace of mind. You don’t want to meet new people every day trying to build relationships, it’s exhausting. All you want is comfort and stability. If my dad, had gone to America in this age, then he would have to meet new people, make sense of the strange new world which is so different from what he had grown up with, meet new neighbors, probably do a new job, and a hundred other things he had never done! See, every thing would be new in America and the point is, new is not always good. Everyone wants to be with what they are familiar with. That’s why people live in tight knit communities, that’s why people cherish old friends, and that’s why people marry someone to live with for the rest of their lives (which I am not a huge fan of lol). And that’s the definition of comfort. A definition, which I was too dumb to understand.

And so, as always, dad was right.

But I wasn’t completely wrong either. See, had my dad been in his 20s, he would have probably jumped on the boat to America lol. So don’t blame me for my choices ;  ) 

Cheers!

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