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What a Seamless DayI wish you have a seamless day. A day in which you are in control of your time, in which you don’t need to engage with slow people, in which you avoid awkward conversations, and you get what you want as you want it. A day with no obstacles.
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What a Seamless DayI wish you have a seamless day. A day in which you are in control of your time, in which you don’t need to engage with slow people, in which you avoid awkward conversations, and you get what you want as you want it. A day with no obstacles.
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Will I Also Get Used to It?Do you think you can get used to heroin, overuse of asthma inhalers, and riding elephants on the street?
I dare you to say no. |
Just Ask.My plan is to travel around Nepal and Myanmar. I know little about Nepal, but about Myanmar, I know nothing. This is about how I handled to travel alone for a month for the first time.
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And, at the End? Serendipity.One of the thoughts that was rumbling in my mind was basically how the f*&k did I end up first in BRIC and now in Nepal, a semester before graduating from an American college.
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Only Time Will TellHave you heard that saying that says: “You only realize how much something means to you once you don’t have it anymore”? I have heard it too.
BRIC ended just a week ago and I am already having some nostalgic thoughts about it. |
I Have Never Had a Role ModelWhether he actually thinks of problems as challenges, whether he hates to be the smartest person in the room, or whether he feels successful or not, is not important.
My intention is to share the things that I learned from a humble guy I happened to meet during a brief conference in Russia. |
Sir, Here it Says that You Have Arrived at Your DestinationDuring my time in China I realized that just arriving to a place does not mean that you are there. My time in Beijing and Shanghai went by too fast. We are in India now.
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A Spiritual Journey in a Place that Should Not Exist"Welcome!" they shouted. Like 20 of them came to us, jumped to our necks to put the flower collar that they had prepared for us, wrapped a string bracelet on our wrists, and tapped our foreheads with red paint in their indexes as it is used in India.
This was the beginning of my experience in Bal Ashram. |
Talking to the Roots of the Chinese BambooThree years ago I put myself in the same process as the Chinese bamboo. My friends at BRIC have made me question this process and many of these questions are now taking my sleep.
How about you? Have you ever thought of your personal growth with this in mind? |
Rebelling in RussiaAs we were preparing to go to Russia, we received a command (in the form of an advice) that was in fact my life's longest fear. This post is about my experience confronting such fear.
The only thing I can say now is that in the past week I have met incredibly hospitable, friendly and welcoming locals that have put a smile on my face. |
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