My Story...

My thoughts....My story....what the hell am I talking about.. ??

The question of who am I ? and what am I all about ?.... constantly tingles the left side of my brain. Maybe, the primary objective of our brains is to serve our dignity. Although, my own identity eludes me, it insists that it has to be "My" version ... and not written by someone else. Being a firm believer in the fact that, it is always we who decide, whether it is out of emotion or rational; we are responsible for our actions, we write our fate and we choose our destiny...So, my future has to be My version of My thoughts.. telling My story... 

How do I write my 150 year plan ? Why 150 ? as calculated...no one that knows me today or in my lifespan is going to live beyond those years. Luckily I am in a profession of creating structures which theoretically are supposed to last beyond that time and recording my thoughts, telling my story through them would be a viable option, unless, laziness governs my actions on a hot Sunday afternoon and I just start writing a dream. 
Words can have multiple meanings and thoughts get complicated by the formation of sentences. There are chances that, it may not be my story anymore but left hopelessly, to the imagination of the reader. This reassures the idea of using creativity in its myriad colors as a tool to tell my story, thereby helping me visualize my future as a third person, looking at it inquisitively and being a little judgmental. Since, It is my plan of the future, initially at least, I should be the judge of it. 

Visualizing my future amongst its many possibilities helps me to set my attitude right. Helps me streamline my thoughts in seeing what is more important than the other, what requires more attention, priorities and a ton of other things which exist only to assist me in reaching a particular goal at a certain definite moment in the future. A strong tool to help me connect better with the most important person in my life, my own self.

I always thought that education is the most important tool to leave a meaningful legacy. Education is great. It teaches us who we are and helps us contextualize ourselves in this world. But for me, it was my creativity and a constant desire to push the boundaries, push my own boundaries.... shouting out, that I am much more than what my education told me I am. Thus, making it almost certain, that, that undying desire was the most important tool I have and the creative skill set should be used to help me curate my beliefs. Be it through facebook, instagram or this blog, it constantly challenges my own existence by questioning who am I ? and the creativity would curate it all. 
I've learned that in reality, there is no one way to go. Time is headed towards me. I am here now and CAN DO OR NOT DO only in this moment. Take a decision, NOW.. as everything else is just a possibility of a version of my imagination.

I am an Architect, a storyteller. My work is a print of my imagination, my thoughts and beliefs.. of what I am... ( the answer to which is constantly changing ) 150 years from now...
"Rutvan" means " the seeker " and I am in pursuit of my story...