I do a bit of everything.
And I am a bit of everyone.

As I grow older, and I see more of the world, it is clear as the sunshine, to me, that it would be a sin to be static. To be static in your life. In your station. In who you are. To be static in what you do. How can you be one thing, in such a vast lifetime?

You only live once

You only live once - maybe. But let's go with the flow, and assume this is our only shot at experiencing this beautiful universe. Our one and only journey through time and space. It would be sad, if we become an engineer, a doctor, a lawyer, or any other means of earning a living - and then we become nothing else. We owe it to our existence, to constantly evolve. To always be in the move, in body, and in spirit.

The world offers so many beautiful experiences, and skills. They must all be enjoyed.

I am nothing - I am no one

In spirit of this belief, I am nothing, and I am everything. I am no one, and I am everyone. I have no face, and I wear every face. I try to reinvent myself every year or so. I try to learn new skills.

I am primarily a bullshit artist. An electrical engineer But more than anything, I am a lifetime student. I am on a quest for Nirvana - for enlightenemnt. En route, I am nothing - I am no one.

I was a bad student

I went to school to become an electrical engineer, but was never interested in formal education. I struggled to stay in school, and just barely got my bachelor's degree. Kudos to my father, mother, elder brother, and my elser sister, for working as hard as they did, to give me the skills and education, that would become the greatest asset of my life. So, a special thanks to the four people, who I primarily owe my sanity (or insanity) to.

I thought I was stupid

Even though I come from a family of high achievers, I had a lot of trouble getting through school. For the longest time I thought I was stupid. Fresh out of engineering school, I used to think that I am a failure, and because I could not get a master's degree, or a PhD, I would have trouble making a career. In my culture, back in the 80s (not much has changed now), if you didn't get the grades (by hook, or by crook), you were a loser. Didn't matter if you cheated in exams, as long as you got the grades to show. In short... I was doomed.