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 Let me take a step back to look at how this blog has grown. Though I do it quite often, I want to point out something interesting. I started this with the intention of understanding and writing about the emotional journey of life. Now, I've found my voice in writing about some pressing issues I find wrong or I find interesting. I am intrigued by mindsets of people and their perception. It is no more about me, I think it never has been. 

Now about mindsets, what I find very surprising is how rigid people can be. Let me give you an example. Utter the word debate out in public and most people would succumb to remaining loyal to their point of view. They torture it to fit their sense of judgement whereas in reality, a debate is about two sides of a coin finally seeing eye to eye. Most perceptions on life are, in similar fashion, very rigid. People are so blinded by their opinions and their view on any issue that anything said or done against it would offend them emotionally. It is interesting how we've let our emotions cloud our judgement. 

Since we're on this topic, I've another point to make. Most people who search online, take it for the ultimate truth. There are so many people with a million spread out opinions and we take it all to be either the truth or a sin. We don't try to stop for a moment and understand how flawed our judgement is and take this to be an opportunity to refine it. Bring out the topic of LGBT in India, and you'll still see people turn their heads. How is the sexuality of one person dependent on your view of marriage? In fact, how is your view on marriage even considered the ultimatum. I guess that is how evolution occurs. Maybe this is how the human race moves forward. We find ourselves on a never ending quest to end our rigid views. Since, what doesn't seem rigid today will seem rigid tomorrow. Remember that we have come past a time where child marriage seemed normal. Maybe in a few years, I'll look back at this post and laugh at it.

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