Journey of Curiosity
A reflection on Diwali’s fleeting lights, capturing the quiet beauty of shared moments in the dark. For those who feel a little apart, it’s a reminder that sometimes, just being there…observing the brief, bright sparks…is enough. This festival of light can offer a gentle sense of connection, even in solitude.
In today’s Indian corporate culture, Gen Z is navigating the fine line between financial success and personal authenticity. Social media and corporate expectations often steer them into a “conformity trap,” where life becomes about displaying success rather than feeling it. True freedom lies beyond paychecks and trends…here’s how to get a deeper pursuit of purpose, self-awareness, and the courage to live on one’s own terms.
Despite parental freedom and financial privilege, life isn’t all rosy. Discovering the illusion of perception and the pursuit of betterment, I took a break to ponder my true desires. In the end, it’s about authenticity and personal fulfillment, not merely chasing societal expectations.
In this noisy digital world, I often find myself questioning the depth of our connections. Are we swapping our true selves for likes and follows? As an introvert, I crave those moments of genuine connection that go beyond the surface. I want us to embrace our many layers and create a space where we can share our authentic selves, allowing vulnerability and depth to shine through.
Ever wondered what truly defines you? Beyond titles and possessions, it’s just ‘You’. Quietly guiding choices, influencing paths, even bringing you to read this. This ‘You’ craves simplicity, honesty, joy—yet sometimes finds it dull without dopamine’s spark. Deep down, it fears loneliness. So, we live not merely to exist, but to evade that constant solitude.
There was a time in my life where I had very few connections of my own, but each one was too strange to explain. I remember the anxiety creeping in…was I the only one surrounded by such weird and dark people? Why couldn’t I just sit down with normal humans, share a conversation, and feel like I understood them, or more importantly, that they understood me? On the surface, nothing about my situation was particularly surreal, but my overactive brain (how many stories should I share) twisted it into something far more complex…too many emotions, too much mental static for me to handle. That’s what I learned from reading Haruki Murakami, that magical realism isn’t just confined to novels but to real life!