Death, Fragility of Life and So On

Sometimes Scary, Sometimes Beautiful

I missed checking in with my journal few days. I am very bad at self control, In fact that is something I am trying to improve now-a-days both in my personal and professional life. Although I don’t like the idea to distinguishing oneself in spheres, you are always one piece whether in personal or professional domain.

I love chatting with less-educated people, who are not really into bias or in the mindset of judging you with something. Couple of days ago I ended up having up having a great conversation with this Rickshaw-puller, he also sang a song for me. And it was good to listen and connect, I think somehow we easily connected. But I feel quite frightened talking with educated people looking for numbers, grades, designations, credentials etc etc.

In the recent trip I ended up having some wonderful conversations with several people from around the world about fragility of life, sudden death, consequences and to deal with it- designing a better antifragile system. Though its tough, quite impossible but worth trying.

Yesterday I saw a tragic scene, this young boy, probably 5–6 years old guarding a van with his Grandfather’s death body, in front of my living place. City life is so weird, you don’t know your neighbors, even when they are dying or in a quite unbearable situation. This boy was seating in front of my living place, other people were just doing their stuff.

I have been witnessing a lot death or death like stuff now-a-days, I don’t know is it giving me a sign or helping me to realize more consequences about the situation in advance, I don’t know yet. Just trying to blend in with the repercussions of life — whatever it is.

I don’t want to think much about it, as far I know today I am alive, fine, healthy and have ability to move in full speed and that’s what important for now.

— Journal on October 20th, 2018