When I read things on the internet, similar to my last short blog on Long Walks, they always provide me a familiar sense of comfort. Such reads help me slow down and I am able to spend some time with the writer in my calm imaginations. They excite me to give these things a try in my life too. ... But doing them in real life often feels just okay. They are not that dramatically happy activities or fun things as I expected them to be. I am not happy doing them. The emotions evoked by my imagination while reading are not fully translated into the actual life. It is not the fault of the writer and I am not blaming my brain for creating such imagery while reading either. I think the puzzle to be solved is our expectations about things. We have wrong notions and weirdly mixed expectations about life. We have been raised on a constant stream of unfiltered and unrestrained media that has drilled into our minds the romanticized, happiness-oriented, and lived happily ever after kind of life. It…
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