Love has been ruined by movies. Storytellers have sexualized the emotion beyond separation while others have made it into a fantasy that no one can live upto. In the most ego less moments of our daily lives, our existential crisis simmers and ticks the logical brain to the question - "How many days do I have." As a 35-year-old man, I counted. I have 5475 good ones (till I reach 50), 3650 adjustable ones (till I turn 60), and hopeless 3650 days (till I turn 70). I don't think I will cross 70. So given that I am aware of my days - 5000+, what should I do?


Our lives are not equal. We don't set out to achieve the same thing. If we did, I doubt anyone would want to clean the streets,  work on mundane 9-5 jobs, and do the minimum required task for keeping the job.


Everything in life is about repeating your skills at the highest level. You had a great day. Guess what; you are not great, you have to repeat it again tomorrow. Were you great for a year? No one gives a flying fuck. Greatness is not confined to an event as you see in a sports arena. You have to prove every day for at least 10-20 years before someone calls you great. Otherwise, you have earned a shaky reputation that will kill your drive and put you into a complacent choke hold of drivel, slowly putting you among the mediocre. One hit wonders are a dime and a dozen.


Ten years ago my brother responded with profanity when a cousin questioned his knowledge of Finance. Last month, I rebuked the same cousin for wasting my consulting time.

"I have helped 'average applicants' get into top Business Schools"

An indirect "You know who I am " statement. Classic Ego. God Syndrome. Whatever you call.

Ego is not the enemy.


I have a friend who calls me only when he needs something. The initial pleasantries are so sincere that you forget that he is going to ask a favor in 1.2.3 or 5 minutes, but he always does. My parents call me when they need something done. They are old, and I don't see the favors as selfish, but they are. Selfishness is survival. To say that someone is selfish is meaningless. We all are. Every day, we wake up and think about things that pleasures, entertains, and enriches us. The short-term sacrifice is mean to meet our selfish goals and ambitions.


I had a big fallout with a family who helped me through tough times. The accounting on helping didn't match each other's expectations. Partly my fault, partly their. But every relationship has a loyalty index. You invest time in helping the person, through action, information, and money, building the value of the index, but eventually, the balance of the relationship depends on the time invested in communicating. Unless there is an open line between the two, the loyalty is on its way to expiration. In loyalty, Expectations are never communicated openly.

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