Its been 13 years when I flew out of my parents nest… From then on my parents complain about my transformation to a new species… I was the first in my family to be different and crazy… I did and do things that don’t match my parents expectations as;

– I didn’t want to work and took up entrepreneurship…
– I hate being organized… I’m clumsy and do clumsy things…
– I hate saving money… I spend a lot to keep the eco-system rolling and I invest…
– I hate to be disciplined…. I’m disciplined to be undisciplined…
– I don’t worry making mistakes… I’m today because I did many mistakes than my parents…
– I hate planning things… A lot of my golden memories come from unplanned experience…

When I look back all my happy moments come from my vagabond life… A vagabond might be deprived of wealth and richness but I can vouch they are the happiest…

My own parents have created layers of materials that brings them happiness… I’ve never seen them being happy as they never get contented with what they have…They always felt sad for what they dint have and hardly took steps to get what they wanted… They always expected miracles to happen…

Someone who has been raised in such a middle class attitude nest I longed to live like a vagabond… I occasionally take break and live like a vagabond and return back to the nest… Now I long for my next vagabond adventure…