Work and fun
This is yesterday's post; I'm publishing today
Today, I will share my work and fun life (informally). My name is Ravit Sharma, as you probably know. I was born and raised in a two story house, where I still live. I was brought up being taught I was smart, that I was the best. Looking back, my accomplishments were pretty remarkable. I could read at two and a half, and I knew my multiplication tables till 12 when I was four. These accomplishments make me feel happy; who doesn't like to be praised? But I've realized that there is something more to life than just accomplishments. Working hard gives me a sense of true happiness, more so than does a free A.
Today, I feel like I didn't work hard; I can't explain it, but it's just something inside me that nags me, making me feel bad about not working hard. It's almost inexplicable, and doesn't necessarily correlate to the actual number of tasks I finished. It's about the effort I put in, something that only I know. I'm inspired by people who work hard all day. I have a journal that I've been keeping for little over a year. Every night before I sleep, I write down a brief summary of what I did during the day, and occasionally my thoughts as well. Still though, hearing about my peers' successes and accomplishments instills a pang of jealousy that runs down my spine. Perhaps it is my own internal sense of hard work that is telling me that I didn't work hard enough, and is finding an external justification for such. But working hard is not always fun, although sometimes it can be. Sometimes it feels terribly awful to work on something you don't enjoy. But as they say, "The toughest part is to put your shoes on." That is the evolution of my work life. Now, onto my fun life. (To my future self who's probably laughing at my arrogance and outlook on life, I'm sorry. Okay maybe not arrogance, but at least confidence.)
I am a fun seeker; I'm continuously in search for opportunities where I can have fun. In my fun state, I'm that rowdy kid that goes crazy with his friends, laughing at literally nothing, making fun of people, telling jokes that most wouldn't find funny, and completely forgetting about how I seem to others. I have few of these friends, but when I see them, I just enter that state. Unfortunately, I've also been affected by online distractions. I don't have a phone (well technically I got one about a month ago, but I haven't used it at all); I'm actually kind of proud that I don't, and am free from the addictive confines of social media. Or am I? Recently, I've noticed that nearly all I do when not outside revolves around my computer and digital devices. It's astonishing to think that even just two decades ago, there was no concept of such intense addiction to digital devices. Anyway, for fun I sometimes watch videos on YouTube (which I probably shouldn't). I used to be obsessed with playing chess a couple months ago, and couldn't stop playing, but I eventually recovered with the help of my parents. Sometimes, when I'm happy, I go ballistic, yelling around or laughing nonstop.
It is almost midnight, and I had better be going to sleep, as I have to wake up before eight o'clock tomorrow. There's this book I enjoy reading sometimes called The Power of Positive Thinking by Norman Vincent Peale. From the name itself, one may judge (myself included) that this is the type of book for a middle-aged man. (Okay even legit the introduction says the author is spreading the teachings of Jesus Christ, which is something I'd typically scoff at) I sometimes enjoy perusing the pages.
Today, I will share my work and fun life (informally). My name is Ravit Sharma, as you probably know. I was born and raised in a two story house, where I still live. I was brought up being taught I was smart, that I was the best. Looking back, my accomplishments were pretty remarkable. I could read at two and a half, and I knew my multiplication tables till 12 when I was four. These accomplishments make me feel happy; who doesn't like to be praised? But I've realized that there is something more to life than just accomplishments. Working hard gives me a sense of true happiness, more so than does a free A.
Today, I feel like I didn't work hard; I can't explain it, but it's just something inside me that nags me, making me feel bad about not working hard. It's almost inexplicable, and doesn't necessarily correlate to the actual number of tasks I finished. It's about the effort I put in, something that only I know. I'm inspired by people who work hard all day. I have a journal that I've been keeping for little over a year. Every night before I sleep, I write down a brief summary of what I did during the day, and occasionally my thoughts as well. Still though, hearing about my peers' successes and accomplishments instills a pang of jealousy that runs down my spine. Perhaps it is my own internal sense of hard work that is telling me that I didn't work hard enough, and is finding an external justification for such. But working hard is not always fun, although sometimes it can be. Sometimes it feels terribly awful to work on something you don't enjoy. But as they say, "The toughest part is to put your shoes on." That is the evolution of my work life. Now, onto my fun life. (To my future self who's probably laughing at my arrogance and outlook on life, I'm sorry. Okay maybe not arrogance, but at least confidence.)
I am a fun seeker; I'm continuously in search for opportunities where I can have fun. In my fun state, I'm that rowdy kid that goes crazy with his friends, laughing at literally nothing, making fun of people, telling jokes that most wouldn't find funny, and completely forgetting about how I seem to others. I have few of these friends, but when I see them, I just enter that state. Unfortunately, I've also been affected by online distractions. I don't have a phone (well technically I got one about a month ago, but I haven't used it at all); I'm actually kind of proud that I don't, and am free from the addictive confines of social media. Or am I? Recently, I've noticed that nearly all I do when not outside revolves around my computer and digital devices. It's astonishing to think that even just two decades ago, there was no concept of such intense addiction to digital devices. Anyway, for fun I sometimes watch videos on YouTube (which I probably shouldn't). I used to be obsessed with playing chess a couple months ago, and couldn't stop playing, but I eventually recovered with the help of my parents. Sometimes, when I'm happy, I go ballistic, yelling around or laughing nonstop.
It is almost midnight, and I had better be going to sleep, as I have to wake up before eight o'clock tomorrow. There's this book I enjoy reading sometimes called The Power of Positive Thinking by Norman Vincent Peale. From the name itself, one may judge (myself included) that this is the type of book for a middle-aged man. (Okay even legit the introduction says the author is spreading the teachings of Jesus Christ, which is something I'd typically scoff at) I sometimes enjoy perusing the pages.
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