"Why do we work?" I’ve often wondered. "For self-fulfillment" is an argument I’ve frequently heard. But I’m not so sure about it because, with work, come commitments, responsibilities, and deadlines. You almost always work for someone. That’s well known in the case of 9-to-6 office workers, but it holds true for most other areas as well. Are you a singer? You sing for those who pay for your concert tickets or stream your songs. Do you play a sport well? You play for those who cheer from the galleries. Do you create sculptures from sand or stone? You build for those who can afford to pay. It’s alright. Resources are limited, and every activity costs us something. And money—well, money comes from those who appreciate what we have to offer. That’s how the world works. As a society, we’ve grown up hearing phrases like "Do what you love," but in reality, it’s more like "Do what will get you money." Life is about living and enjoying the things you love...
My personal space where I scribble whatever funny thoughts come to my mind. Actually, that is not entirely true. A lot of random thoughts enter and leave my mind all the time and the blog contains only a largely drilled down and censored subset of them. Also, there are reviews of certain movies that have fascinated the viewer in me. I would say the time you spent here would not be regretted.