Someone asked me today if I could write a letter to myself of 5 years ago or 10 years ago, what would I tell me? Well, usually, I ignore such questions and forwards and mails with some amount of contempt and a ton of irritation. But today, I could not. Maybe because the question was posed with a great flare or maybe because I wanted to take a dip in that reflective nostalgia after a long while.
What I answered doesn't matter but I got thinking if I would live the same life all over again or would I caution myself in some ways? What would I tell and how? And what if that sets a ball rolling for a completely different destiny? Among so many what ifs, I did want to write to myself from 5 years ago and from 10 years ago and from 15 years ago.
I want to tell myself to study harder, more sincerely, more rigorously. I want to tell myself to be more attentive in all those lectures, whether studying or teaching or attending. I want to tell myself to do more maths, read more history and psychology, and write more economics.
I would tell myself to be less social and less active in extracurricular spaces. To be more professional and less interacting with everyone. Less empathetic, less sympathetic. A bit more selfish. A lot more pragmatic. To teach a lot less. To publish a lot more.
I would also tell myself to wait. To have patience. To speak less. To listen more. To trust less. To think more. To not to rush in the relationships. And not to rush out of the relationships.
And I wonder then where would it leave me today? Would I find the love of my life the same way? Would I lose my life the same way? Would I still be writing this blog today?
What I answered doesn't matter but I got thinking if I would live the same life all over again or would I caution myself in some ways? What would I tell and how? And what if that sets a ball rolling for a completely different destiny? Among so many what ifs, I did want to write to myself from 5 years ago and from 10 years ago and from 15 years ago.
I want to tell myself to study harder, more sincerely, more rigorously. I want to tell myself to be more attentive in all those lectures, whether studying or teaching or attending. I want to tell myself to do more maths, read more history and psychology, and write more economics.
I would tell myself to be less social and less active in extracurricular spaces. To be more professional and less interacting with everyone. Less empathetic, less sympathetic. A bit more selfish. A lot more pragmatic. To teach a lot less. To publish a lot more.
I would also tell myself to wait. To have patience. To speak less. To listen more. To trust less. To think more. To not to rush in the relationships. And not to rush out of the relationships.
And I wonder then where would it leave me today? Would I find the love of my life the same way? Would I lose my life the same way? Would I still be writing this blog today?
