Status Report

It’s been a hot minute old friends and new.

I haven’t treated this blog like a blog for a while now, but that is about to change.

You see, I have spent a while in my own head- I saw terror and beauty, although most of it had a great sense of humour. I got a good head haha. I deviate.

I recently did the Wim Hof expedition- over anything, it is about community. I mean the expedition and life. Thus I share, and would love to hear your stories too. I must apologise, I stopped doing that for a while now.

I got accepted into Columbia, but in typical Karan Baijal fashion, I may not accept it for I have a better alternative: I want to become a teacher.

As I write this, a door is open. Well, I have knocked on it. I hope it opens. I believe a job is the way to go right now. Masters would be a distraction, and few things would set my parents and my mind at ease than proof that I am capable of survival.

I had a dark period- not to be confused with my previous dark period. The order goes- dark times, age of enlightenment and effort, age of darkness again. Except, this was a conscious darkness, I knew I was doing it the ‘wrong way’. Some things you let slide you know? I feel that age is coming to an end, or it may just be a massive dopamine spike I am experiencing right now, in which case, this whole high is going to loom pretty hard on me in a few weeks from now.

However, that is okay. It is meant to be difficult. It is meant to be risky and scary and that I can lose it all the next day. Such is the challenge we have substituted hunting for, I think.

The knowledge I have needs an outlet. I cannot absorb theory anymore. I don’t want to. From what I know, I love talking. I love explaining things to people, and I love love love it when at the end of a chat, they gain clarity. Seriously, all these other messes I have gotten myself into, they have no point. All I want to do is teach, and the job is of a teacher. It’s hilarious, kid me knew this but I looked for so many other ways. Ofcourse, I still want to become a celebrity, meet pretty women, travel, learn languages- but these are all luxuries. They are healthy drinks, and my father tells me to enjoy things like alcohol on my own money.

In a sense, I wish to get my bag now. Eugh, I cannot say that, full body cringe. In a sense, I would like to create value that I am paid for. So I can use that money to do oh so wonderful things. Like children dream of being adults, I have begun to dream of being an adult and I am one! How nice!

The world is supporting me so hard. People tell me the value of work, I see fulfilled workers, I see contacts offering me ways to do what I love and have always wanted- to teach the future. I cannot wait. Thanks!