Week #1
If by the end of this year, this count goes up to 52 it would mean I completely crushed my goal. Making such a declaration portrays me as the kind of person would do everything in my power to make it to 52. #crushedmygoal type of personality.
What I have learnt about myself is that I am NOT that kind of a person. I would like to think I am that Type A guy, who will fight tooth and nail to meet every deadline, who will lose sleep over not being able to finish blog 26 on time, would apologize profusely for the delay and admonish myself by self-flagellating.
Here’s the thing, I am not a prototypical Type A. Maybe for some things I am, I do care about some aspects of my life and I tend to go deep, really immerse myself into things but I don’t give 2 hoots about goals. 52 blog posts in 1 year is definitely not “goal” which I would lose sleep over especially because literally no-one reads them.
Goals per se are not important to me. It is a lesson learned from failures. When I was younger, everything was life and death. I had to score 100 in Social Studies, I had to win that Swimming race, that relationship I had when I was 13, I would be married to that girl and have kids. Now at 31, she is happily married and has kids and I am getting annoyed by this cat in my house.
Mostly everything you plan ends up failing and whatever secondary result you get, you end up respecting it and in fact enjoying the fruits of that outcome. I was hoping living with this cat would be a fulfilling experience but instead this cat, bless his soul, is young and wants to go outside but if he does go outside of my flat (which is on the 5th floor), he would be left with 8 lives. And I’ll be honest, I don’t like cats. They are selfish and they want to play when they want to play and they don’t bring any energy but take a lot of energy. They remind me too much of a friend I have, who I dislike too because the same reasons(PS: She loves cats). Too bad, right?
Here’s the thing, you are allowed to make mistakes in your life. Infact, most of your life is a cumulation of the mistakes you made, the lessons you learnt from said mistakes and then the changes your incurred from them.
That is a long-winded way of me telling you that I will most probably not write 52 blogs this year. There might be more, there might be less. But the Earth will continue to revolve around the sun and life will go on. Pobody’s nerfect, amirite?
Rant of the week:
I moved into a new apartment and as is customary, I bought some new furniture which I spent time assembling during the break. It was quite fun because I love building things. And then because I am a grumpy old man, I remembered someone I know had blogged about learning to something rather trivial at our age. And I wanted to hit him with my new assembled Ikea furniture.
I wanted to title this blog: Things I learnt by assembling my Ikea furniture at 30(Actually 31). I have seen such titles make people think you did something profound when in reality all you did was read a few instructions and put together furniture, things even a 6 year old can do.(If the 6 year old had the upper body strength.) And the worst part is this kind of shit gets so much readership. I feel like everyone in this world is a.) Living in paradise on Instagram b.) Overcoming some fucking major struggle when I read their stuff/messages.
It got me thinking about why people make such a big deal about the most trivial of “struggles”. Yes, my hands hurt a little bit at the end but not every moment in your life is earth-shattering. I didn’t discover anything major about me other than the fact that if building Ikea furniture could be taken as a hobby my father would really be the first in line.
Overcoming little challenges in life should be a routine, not an occasion which needs to be celebrated with a lengthy account. In the absence of real problems, we invent our struggle when in reality we are pretty fucking comfortable in our own little bubbles. I don’t want to trivialize but it really grinds my grapes when every fucking person has to just describe in detail their bullshit struggle when in reality a.) it wasn’t as bad b.) it was insignificant because everyone needs to learn to deal with their own problems eventually.
“Exaggeration is the huckster’s crutch.” — Captain Raymond Holt
So ditch that crutch and instead try telling yourself, things are not as bad as you are making them out to be and if you cannot assemble Ikea furniture(until it is a big ass bed and you need 2–3 people) then maybe you need to work on yourself.
Scroll down if you want see some pictures, otherwise bye, thanks for reading:
I started my year with a incredible hike. I live close to Montreux, where there’s a big statue of Freddie Mercury and they have this Jazz festival there which is legendary. Also, trail runners love this place because right behind Montreux are a bunch of extremely steep running trails with spectacular views.
We started the hike below the clouds and steadily inched up the steep hike to move above them. And it was worth it.
As we went further up, with the pitch going at point to 49.5% (quite cool), the views just kept getting better.
Finally, we had enough of the climbing, it was getting dark and we decided to train down but the lighting was just making things better.
I actually sprinted down a hill(summoning my inner Kilian Jornet) to get this bloody epic shot.
We then took the train down, which was rather fun and very vertical:
But. But. Then through the clouds emerged a scene, which I clicked on the phone and every time I want the magic to appear in my head, I use it as an inspiration:
Well, that’s all for this week folks.
