All in good time;

How do you grieve your old selves? Do you create new ones that replace the old ones.. or do you paint over some scars and memories with fresh paint; hiding all that is underneath like a renewed building that has survived a fire?  Or do you just toss these memories in a box and keep them in a faraway corner that gets dustier with time until it’s too unhygienic to reach or unravel?  What happens to memories, pain, laughter, and life incidents?  And who gets to choose their destiny?  And why are the memories that scarred your heart easier to reach than any other happy ones in the side-corners of your brain?  Does pain come in brighter colours than laughter?  Who answers these questions?  And who will help you in burning these boxes to ashes to get the courage to paint all over them again?

I am a firm believer that all human beings have a fire inside of them that can be ignited with the right opportunities, I am also a bigger believer that we create our own opportunities by unapologetically knocking off doors and letting the world know who we are and how we wish for it to be. One of my professors in our master’s program has asked us to develop a case study for a start-up as part of our final exam evaluation; and the goal of this start-up is to be one that could “save the world” or perhaps solve a problem in the world right now ; a problem that older generations have so eagerly built brick-by-brick with ignorance and self-entitled motivation ( I added this part) - I laughed, and told the professor, too much pressure, no? haha I don’t know If I believe that I am here for a greater purpose or if any of this effort is worth the while at the end. You can see people every single day who are ridiculing the world and are deliberately damaging it and are hurting the people