If I ever write an autobiography I would begin it with “This is the story of a lucky man…”.
Why?
Because it is the only opening sentence that could make sense.
I could begin with “The secret to success is hard work…” or “Don’t give up ever…”, but I think that “This is the story of a lucky man” is the most appropriate one.
Let me explain why.
When I was in class 11 in school, I couldn’t study. I simply couldn’t sit down and feel like studying.
I’d play video games from morning till midnight daily because I couldn’t study and this was my way to escape my boredom.
I was going to therapy but I kept changing therapists because I wasn’t satisfied with their counselling.
Four years later I started taking a degree course in Bachelor of Business Administration and I scored 70% in the aggregate results.
I was able to study sometimes and I believe it was due to the medication that my psychiatrist had given me.
And that’s how I also completed my Master of Business Administration in Data Science last year.
When I was in class 11 I didn’t know what I didn’t know.
I was lost and I didn’t realize it.
I was lucky to have found good psychiatrists and therapists.
Without them I’d still be helpless.
But it is not psychology, psychiatry or self-help that helped me.
It was luck.
I didn’t know that if I took medicine I’d be able to study.
But the events in my life forced me to take medicines.
I wasn’t voluntarily doing any of it. The universe helped me do it.
It’s as if the universe had chosen me to suffer and to heal my own suffering.
And I learnt a lot of lessons that way.
Actually none of us can take responsibility for our successes because none of us can explain the sheer amount of luck that’s involved in these processes.
So yeah I really think I would begin my autobiography with “This is the story of a lucky man…”.
Thank you for reading this line. It means a lot to me.