#302 🐼 It’s just a form of ego boost
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Heyaa Bee
After seven long months, I placed an order for books. Yes, books. Plural. And I’m proud of myself. Not because I bought something. But because I managed not to buy a single book for over half a year.
And this wasn’t an impulse purchase at all. I bought books only from my wishlist.
Staying away from Instagram (and thus book posts) for most parts did help me in this commitment. And now I’m under the rock, unaware of which book is trending. (If you have some tips, do share.)
Okay, it’s Sunday, 18.54 hours (when I don’t mention “hours,” it so feels like Bible references).
And I’m currently listening to…
… for the last two days. Found it in a playlist of A. R. Rahman mix, and it has been in the loop since.
Arrgh, it’s tough to work around without a working trackpad. My laptop is finally inoperable (since last night). Even restarts won’t get my trackpad to respond.
Using a wired mouse I had lying around for God knows when.
Does God really know everything? Do they have a computer up there? Maybe they use palm leaves and ink. This is one thing I’m going to ask/see for sure.
Maybe I should make a list of things to ask if I make it to heaven. If they use computers or some kind of tech, maybe I will enrol myself in the team. I’m good with tech (as long as the language used is English).
Oh, I’ll tell you where I’m keeping the list. So, when I’m on my deathbed, you can remind me to take it with me and even hand it over if you’re here.
I try to be consistent with my organisation. If I notice an inconsistency, I usually overhaul everything. If it’s not too much trouble.
Recently, I noticed that my old files had heading text centred in the document. Now, I keep all my work docs “justified,” from the left. But changing all old docs to match the new format is too much work. So sometimes things are better left as they are.
But I do arrange ALL my files whenever I reorganise them. Even though the new system doesn’t make searching for files at the right time any easier, I do it.
Hopes, you know.
Reminded me of a quote by Red. You remember Red? Shawshank Redemption?
“Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.”
Hoping is dangerous, yes. But do we leave hoping ever? Never, I guess.
We hope for a home of our own. We hope for a stable job. We hope for less running, more living.
We hope for a good health (even when we aren’t particularly careful, right). We hope to matter. We hope to be remembered.
We hope for so many things. Yes, some of them do come true. Some of us have a stable job. Some of us have a “home.” But mostly, hopes mean nothing.
It’s just a form of ego boost.
Ah, ego. Finished a book about breaking the ego’s grip two days ago. Although it was essentially a self-help book around common topics, it did explain how ego shapes who we are
The book talked about how we can’t get rid of our ego, but rather try to develop a healthier relationship with it. Your ego grows with you throughout your life.
It’s titled Breaking Ego's Grip, by Srivishnu Dhanwada… and surprisingly, my Amazon review went up almost instantly after posting it. God’s favourite child, am I? I told the author in advance, though, that Amazon reviews are almost always flagged (and not published) for one reason or the other.
Including Amazon, my review went up on Goodreads, Instagram and Threads. I’ll soon be putting up book reviews on more platforms once I’ve built my Amazon profile with verified book reviews.
Will check out books from some indie authors I follow… the ones I have downloaded during free deals, or yet to buy.
In May last week (or June), when my review commitments are fulfilled. There surely are many books, but I’ll look for short reads, so I can build my reviewer profile fast. Then, I’ll show off.
Even ten verified book reviews on my Amazon profile should validate me as a genuine reviewer, right?
Hopes and beliefs. Just hopes and optimistic beliefs.
Will take your leave here.
See you next week.
Bidding adieu. Enjoy your day. Live long and prosper.