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The Less Fortunate

I write a lot about how people need to make decisions for themselves, work extremely hard, and get off the beaten path. Inevitably, people ask about normal people or people who don't have all the advantages that I have. Let me address that.

Any struggle I've had in my life is a joke. I was born into a great family who never had to worry about putting a roof over my head or food on my plate. I felt (and feel) loved by every member of my family, from my great grandparents down to my siblings. Any danger I've ever been in in my entire life was danger that I willingly put myself into. I was in good schools, had great friends, and was supported by everyone I knew. I've taken medicine once in my life, and it was 15 years ago for strep throat. I have had it incredibly easy.

The challenges in my life have been created by me. I have the incredible privilege to pick goals, set my own timetable, and then try to reach them. I don't have to worry about food or shelter or... really anything. So although I do try to challenge myself and work extremely hard, I am always completely aware that the level of challenge and effort I put out will never reach what some people deal with on a daily basis.

I watched a documentary called Inocente last week, and it made me cry. It's about a homeless teenage girl named Inocente. She was born into a destitute illegally immigrated family with an abusive alcoholic father. Her father beat both her and her mother. They left and became homeless. Her mother was so desperate that she tried to convince Inocente to jump off a bridge and commit suicide with her. Inocente lives by herself, in the park or in shelters, and spends every last free minute she has painting. Her biggest dream in life is to get married and have a house.

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On Work in Progress

It is Friday evening at work. We start to feel a small titillating sense of excitement. We pack up fast with relaxed smiles on our faces. Then we wish one another a very happy weekend. One such Friday evening a question popped up into my head: "Why do we wish happy weekend and not a happy whole week?"

It never fails to amaze me why can't all these people be equally, if not more, happy on the other days as well. What makes Saturdays and Sundays so awesome and the 5 other days so miserable.

Later most of these people proceed to spend their weekends just lazing around. They wake up late and try to "relax" for rest of the day and go out to party at night

Wait, before you come to any hasty conclusions,I am not against the weekend culture by any stretch of imagination. By all means go have your fun on the weekends, do your partying, eating-out and all that. But there are two things to consider. Why don't we make our weekends even better? and why don't we make the other 5 days awesome as well?

Treat weekends as high productivity cum high fun days , days where you get lot of time to work on what you love and also a chance to meet new and old friends . You don't have to do anything which you don't want to do.

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