For the first 22 years of my life I knew exactly who I was. What I wanted out of life. How was I to get there. And what my choices were in life. 

For the first 22 years of my life, I lived life on my opinions, my beliefs, my values. Rarely questioning them. Blindly following them. And unfortunately, abhoring those that didn’t fall into the same world view. Stereotyping them. Judging. 

People who drink are bad

Those that party in clubs don’t have purpose 

Those that took commerce were losers

Those who didn’t believe in aliens were living in an illusion

Those with money were all spoilt

Those against my world views were not going to go anywhere in life! 

I was so wrong! 

The US changed me. It opened up different dimensions. This exposing sides of me I didn’t know existed. 

I threw myself into situations that made me uncomfortable. 

I questioned myself – why do I stop myself from doing something. 

By the time I was back – I didn’t know who I was anymore. 

And I didn’t care. 

The feeling of not knowing who you truly are, is liberating. 

It allows you to discover new aspects and experiences. 

It makes you inclusive. 

It brings you closer to the person you could have always been. Should have always been. 

I don’t say no to anything anymore. 

In the process I say yes to Ankur Warikoo – the person I am trying to know.