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As evident from the last few articles, I have been trying to figure out why I write and what made me walk away from the empty success I had at work. But the question still remains – “What the hell am I even doing with my life?” I would tell you all about it today but before that happens, we need go back to the start of this year. In January, I was looking for a job (again) because nothing had worked out for me over the last two years. My mother urged me to go back to work as she couldn’t see me stuck anymore. She cared for me and her worries were reasonable, so I listened to the reason and began my job hunt … only to find out over the next two months that I was wrong (yet again). Because her worries were not the reason. My fear was. I gave into the fear that nothing could work anymore since nothing had worked so far. I gave into the fear that my old job was the only means for any future ahead. I gave into the fear that my writing could not help me create a career. And to te...

It’s been a month since I put up this website. Just like the rest of you, I have been juggling the responsibilities of work, life, family, and relationship. The habit of writing has helped me a lot. So, I thought I could publish the same in form of blogs. But after writing about a dozen articles, sitting unpublished in my laptop, I realized how difficult it is to give a general advice through an article in comparison to actually guiding a friend right in front of you. I even shared them with my close friends and the response was something like this, “why would anyone read ‘your’ article?” It’s a fair question. Why would someone listen to me when I talk about career or relationships, even if I have already navigated through them successfully? Why would anyone trust me, especially when I am doing it all for free? This made me question myself. What the hell am I even trying to achieve with all this? I started without a plan just because my knowledge helped a few people in the past. Is...