It was April, I started exploring things. I traveled to a hell lot of places and lived upon the benevolence of others.
I realized one thing a lot of people care about me and I could relentlessly sit on my sofa 24*7 wasting time on Instagram and Twitter without requiring the need to care much about personal development.
At this point of my life, many people will yell and say you got nothing to worry about. You are free.
These moments compels me to think. Am I free? I look back at my past and realize I haven’t done or achieved anything substantial. I am not productive. To most people attaining nirvana is being productive, which clearly I wasn’t.