After lots of time and a big break, I finally launched AEN Media, you can visit it here: aen.home.blog. This is not the same intellectual meat project that I started, it's like a fucking real project. I mean, I will be working on lots of categories like Exponential Thinking and showing some of my own technologies and solutions to problems and give an idea of how I solved some problems for some local businesses that I guess changed the way they do business! And I didn't even care about credit! One vivid day I remember going to local Google Maps and I actually added a snippet for local Grocer.
It's good to see how I have progressed. Yes, I am patting myself on the back because I have no one patting me on the back. So, I am the only one dispatching things here and there, with or without heavy pockets. My family, for those who don't know, is extremely extravagant and very complex. Some are PhDs. Some are rich businessmen. Some are high income accountants. And I am a tit. Nah... kidding. I mean, I am writing here because it's sort of like has become news center where I dispatch news related to weird things that happened that day that I was able to spot and observe, I guess. Now, I want to list number of projects I've been working on (important one's marked with a *)
AEN Media will comprise of all mini projects I've been working on that I have not been able to make public. I will do marketing, I will create a think tank and everything for advancing this career that I am sailing around for, I guess. Now, I mean as you're young, you are exploring and sailing in a direction but you have no idea where it would end up. Inside, you are on an adventure but to everyone from your parents to uncle, they get pretty concerned regarding your sanity. Some of you may remember, a little bit of history around this blog is that I started it with domain "aaliyanzahid.blogspot.com" and then changed it to "greatnotjustgood.blogspot.com". It was a lot of fun and a great project to pursue when everything else that was going on in the life of a 17 year and 16 year old Aaliyan was just totally wrong. There are fundamentally two choices: Stop thinking and follow the path laid one by my parents OR to take the college path, pursue a degree in Software Engineering. The more I think about that, the more heaping burden and concern I get on my shoulder. It's not a fun place to be. I started thinking of worse ways I can let my father destroy my life. I thought of worst ways I may destroy my own life if I don't act, as Fear-Setting it's called. I started going in reverse as much I thought about it. If you read my old articles, I wrote some of the most worst things a teenage can ever imagine. I got into dumb and stupid stuff and did a lot of idiotic things. Once, me and my chief partner in crime A. Rehman, got into stuff like putting a focus on our health and put a ridiculous amount of our energies into reading books like Rich Dad Poor Dad by Robert Kiyosaki and some of you may remember I used to write about 4-Hour Body. In fact, as a matter of fact, just an hour prior to this writing, I was measuring my bicep/arm size from same broken scale I used way back in April 2018, it showed a whopping "31" cm for my right arm and a "30.5" cm for my left arm. Of course, subtract -3.5 to account for zero error. Nevertheless, without accounting for zero error, last time I meaasured, it was 29 cm on these bad boys, with I guess my left arm having a 28.7 cm size. So 29 to 31 cm, it's a big increase considering the minimalist diet and exercises I have been using. Now I mean for example I started replacing normal push ups for Jackknife push ups, whether priming in morning or what and I started doing Bulgarian Split Squats and increased number of sets from 2 into 4. 4 sets of heavy 7.5 kg x 2 = 16kg kettlebells on both hands Bulgarian Split Squat. I also am adding Split Squats to Yates Row. And on sundays, I do Palloff press. I actually tried 3 different directions with different weights and decided to stick with shoulder-width apart one 7.5 kilograms kettlebell weight. Okay, enough of this.
The truth is I got some semblence of control. My friend A. Rehman got a semblence of control in his ever crazy life, his father died circa 2018 and it was a sad moment for him. Nevertheless, we had quite some laughs and crazy time while in High School. Got into lots of trouble and did crazy things together, like arguing with sir on matters like "If you declare an integer X, wouldn't that be initialization? Since you are initializing it !" and crazy things like that. Maybe I was not a good engineer. I never practiced my craft as I should have. Or maybe I was chasing an apple that everyone wanted to have a bite from and I was afraid I wouldn't get mine. If somebody could buy me a good medium sized Hot Air Balloon, I would have saved myself ton of stress and crazy life lessons. I had time to build connection with realities that very few people in their 17s get to do. It was a very broad experience with ups and downs. I was riding motorcycles while simultaneously writing on this blog diligently and I also had this mindset like I didn't belong to a group or a tribe. I wrecked my bicycle and ran without it for at least a mile or two trying to run away from those bunch of bastard dogs waiting for a man at night! That crazy farm with lots of Porcupines and dogs. God, it was hell. Nevertheless, I had quite some collection of memories from a porcupine. I saw it on road, near local Mosque, near I guess, bridge while heading off to high school. Writing became a way to decompress after all craziness ensued. I focused on external and yes, as book 4-Hour Body promised, I settled a lot of internal dialogue and doubts about myself.
So, last year has been a bit of a mental break. To understand, to grasp and to fucking gain back some control at life. I had no bandwidth to do stuff and was totally drained. The bad decisions that my parents made, had I depended on that and "loyally" followed abcs of whatever they said, I would have probably killed my testosterone and ended my sexual organs. Kids, in this age of pronography, even a lot of people I know, either resort to smoking or pornography for running away from life's big picture questions. These days, kids don't have a relationship to reality. Kids are habitual liars and have really bad problems.
As I write this, I will get back to life I described and yes, there will be days when I will be shaving off my ass after a long walk from high school, exhausted and all my energy totally gone. They say you have to focus. I would say, people whose parents are like mine, dads who fight with their kids for a fucking candy that it wasn't available, people like these don't make much of an impact in the world. Where would I go? To that, I would answer,
It's far better for a man to go wrong in freedom than to be right in chains.Yes, still crazy stuff and even more craziness. You know what, rather than taking life too seriously, why not just be here and try to enjoy little time we have here on Earth? Life is too short to worry about stock picks and whatever the fuck, some bad day a Google Stock you bought dropped and you take a deep dip for something you cannot control. I want to start over. But I want to simplify. Burn a lot of ships and focus on one ship that matters the most.
The Quality of work you do is judged by how much clean and lean output gets produced by it.But don't sell yourself short for output. Productivity is measured by happiness. No matter whatever investment strategy I get into, due to choices my own or forced by parents, whether I end up living a conservative life. Whatever. I just know one thing, If I will ever build a good life, it will be without all negative characters that play part daily. When fracturing / puncturing a bike tire is not seen as something to amuse on. When little failures end up being what they are: things to laugh about. I don't want life where making mistakes is seen as something bad. You fractured your bike. You punctured it. Don't be too damn serious. Take joy in whatever happens and stop worrying about little things. So, I need to stop caring about dog that may bark whenever he sees me making mistakes. Maybe, I need to change my social setting and move only where there's smiles. Okay, sometimes it's good to have people who can tell you where you are wrong, but I think if you surround yourself with, not just good, but great people and sort of read philosophy and religion if you are into those things, then you live a pretty good life!
So, before I start another day and upload something in my new project AEN Media, I will just say one thing to myself and all of you listening out there: At the end of the day, what really matters is whether you chased something meaningful and stopped chasing your tail around things that you can't hold on to. Things like an asshole in the street, a whatever X that comes up. Let's want the apple that we already have and let's chase it even more. Let's cherish things that go. Maybe, like that Hot Air Balloon that is up in air for a limited amount of time. It doesn't matter it has to come down. The thing is, if it's in your garage. You can always sleep and get back on. I mean I had lots of sleepless nights and days where I would show up late for high school and get in trouble. But it was all worth it. So, sleep better. Make stuff. Relax and meditate. And hit repeat. That's all. Maybe I don't have to dictate direction of ship too much and let the rudder be free and let the wind determine the direction, yet still having habits and routines and discipline to still keep things under control.
Happy Faces + Happy Work = A Happy Ship.
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