Hello👋 folks, Shubham here.
Yup, still alive :)
I have been in limbo for a couple of months now.
It's like I can't sitck to anything I pick up.
Workout, meditation, writing, reading — you name any productive habit I have skipped it.
Although I was active on Linkedin for two weeks before throwing in the towel (again).
To spice things up I procured Ukulele from my sister. Learning something new might ignite the spark however it hasn’t even been unpacked since arrival (3 weeks and counting).
I am just breezing past days waiting for them to end.
Yes, there have been a few hiccups in my life but nothing of major concern.
To end my slumber I decided to write today's newsletter (I haven’t published in more than three months).
Frankly, I have been itching to write for a while but what can an uninspired rusty person like me possibly write to comfort you (and myself)?
As said I was consistent on LinkedIn for a few days. Oddly there's too much success on that platform, isn't it?
Everyone is killing in their respective fields, building startups from scratch, landing coveted MNC jobs, and on road to be the next Elon Musk.
Me writing on LinkedIn is equivalent to a kindergartner teaching high school kids.
This got me thinking many of us might not make that big in life.
We will endure an average life composed of ordinary moments.
Not very comforting right?
Let me tell you a story.
A few years back I along with a few friends went to Goa.
We were a bunch of guys doing reasonably well in our careers with an obvious desire to accomplish much more.
Anyways on the last night of the trip, we ended up drinking beers on a beach.
A fact about our gang is that we are happy drunks.
The rhythmic sounds of the waves, the soft glow of the moon, and the music flowing from the shacks further complimented the booze’s inebriation.
Basking in the college memories, dancing to mellow songs, and conjuring our future plans we felt timeless.
Around three we decided to walk back to our hotel which was 2 km away.
Funnily while coming back each one of us brought our beer bottles back to the hotel to properly discard them.
A small gesture that spoke volumes.
We could have left the beer bottles at the beach without any fuss. Being drunk was a good enough excuse against our conscience.
But even after being dead drunk, we brought them back with us.
This is one of my favorite stories because it exudes a beautiful message.
We might not be laying major markers on this world however we love playing our small roles whenever called upon.
Maybe our actions won't make much of a difference yet still do them, Why?
Because these deeds nourish our souls, make us better people. The fact that they may remain hidden makes them even more saintly.
There must be moments in your life you are proud of that nobody else knows about.
And what you think about yourself is all that matters ❣
“Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable. And isn't that--just you--enough?”
― Leila Sales
Hope you enjoyed this edition.
Signing off for today :) Until next time, Houdoe! 🙋♂️
this is beautiful, these small things talk so much about us as individuals