by Amit Gawande

As I read this post that I wrote exactly 12 years back, I wish I could be more like that guy. He didn’t care about how random the thought was. He was fearless. He may not make sense always, but he never let that hold him back. He didn’t worry about what the reader might think about him. The thoughts and the writing sounds so immature, but am sure today I can write about the same idea a lot more cleanly. But then why don’t I word such thoughts?

Well, I am no longer him. I wish I could be. I guess growing up has made me rigid and a lot more fearful.