Faceless Nameless

Do one experiment. If at all you like to go out of your way to have fun. Go to YouTube, and search Spanish songs. There will a list, also a mix of 50 songs. Then start that playlist. Then sit back, and close your eyes. Feel the music. You won't understand a word. But if you could enjoy that music, you have overcome your inertia.

I know inertia is a physics' phenomenon. But all humans have it too. People go to specific restaurants and only order the food which they know, and find it nice. People avoid to shop at new places. They hesitate to try new technologies (specially oldies). So going back to my faceless nameless. Once you find the first experiment interesting, try the 2nd one.

In this go to places you never been, closer to you. Preferably where you can engage in some conversation. Listen to people. You might think what crazy stuff is this. Trust me, it is interesting. You will come across things you never even heard. Tell those people your opinions. Share ideas. Share emotions. You will not remember their names, nor their faces, over a time. But you will remember the conversations.

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