For the last three weeks, I have been completely cut off from the world. No WiFi. No data. No network. All I had was me, my laptop (with a hard drive full of movies and shows) and the people in my hostel. But let’s forget the people and the laptop for now. Continue reading
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Game of Groans.”
Imagine a forest. An absolutely huge forest. You are standing somewhere in the middle of it, and are bamboozled by how to navigate and go to the other end. Imagine how awesome it would be, if the trees in the forest could tell you which is the best to take to get to through?
If you think so, you should definitely move to India. The forest here is our life, and the trees are the people in our life. Every kid in the country will get inputs from every single tree in the forest on what’s the best way to navigate life! We don’t have to do anything, these trees roll out a red carpet for us!
It doesn’t matter that it may not be the path that we want. It doesn’t matter if the path is completely unsuitable for us. If the trees of the forest itself are telling you, you better take it. Take that path and sail through the forest! Amazing, no?