And so it goes on...

I had the opportunity to meet my prospective bride yesterday. I found her casual manner refreshing, although she was nervous about meeting me at the beginning. I don't know how this arrangement will fare because I didn’t feel the thrill of meeting the possible light of my life. Nonetheless, she seems like a good person. I don't know what attitude one must take in such a matter because I am not used to taking my family with me on such occasions. That was the first one. I will keep you updated as things move along.

Other than that, I have decided to do something for myself on the weekend. Nepalis get Saturdays off, and I think that is the best time to reevaluate my week and plan for the next one. On those holidays, however, I will practice my hobbies as they lead me toward my true creative self. I have always dreamt of being in what seems like a retired life, enjoying the company of strange places and putting my mind at ease through words—written, sung, and crafted into wonderful poems. With the rise of AI, I do not know how poets and musicians will fare, but I must believe that they will still work wonders on the souls who practice these arts. I can attest that on the days I write in this blog, I feel like myself, and I feel healed to some extent from the daily hustle of the socio-economic man.

I really ought to improve my life by enjoying the spare time that I have been allotted. The hours from 10 to 6 invariably belong to economic activities, ones I must fulfill to keep the bills paid on time. The remaining time, I wish to spend on ideas that please my spirit and bring joy to what is otherwise a mundane existence. I cannot complain about my lifestyle—I have a roof over my head, a loving family, friends who care, and we get to eat every day. Other than that, existence itself sometimes bothers me to the point that I cannot think of anything else but the burden of proof: proving that I am worthy, proving that I am capable.

These expectations of myself often bring me to despair, which wouldn’t be the case if I followed through. But following through with your own advice, your own reasoning, is a beast of its own. To slay that inner demon, nothing short of discipline and routine will do—or at least that’s how I feel at the moment.