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BrijeshVaghela
Ongoing, First published Dec 11, 2014
Starting a journey of blogging after so long. i was on this platform 3 years back but couldn't continue it because of hectic schedule of college. Newways back to the jajabor style with some nasty and purely own thoughts to improve the writing of mine only. Just want to start with today's whole schedule. I was terribly bored with my unromantic days of vacation after i left my friends. Their love and support for me was unconditional. due to my hanged face, my mother told me to join my nana at the nearest siddhivinayak temple hence the change of air and the atmosphere change can make me feel good. Since there were no vehicles left for me, we had to hire an autorickshaw to reach to the particular place. During the journey i felt so much sorry about the people who cannot get food for 2 mandatory times to have healthy life when i saw the jhund of the vanjaaraas on the state highway. my nanaji told me the story of those people till the end from the scratch. because we never talk about something that is not happening around us, i was amazed with my nanaji's sense of judging people. he has got the fullest knowledge about the vanjaaras from why they migrate from one place to the another and why the migration is the very important part of their lives. i saw some full of greenery farms were like asking farmers to take their lives to get some bucks from the higher authority and to bring happiness after waiting so much for the final set of crop. and my nanaji just told me this line in gujarati,"KHEDUT TO JAGAT NO TAAT KEHVAAY.(IN ENGLISH, THE FARMER IS THE VIRTUAL GOD FOR THE HUMAN KIND)". i absolutely agreed to his statement and we high fived too. :) the 15 kilometers distance wasn't too far for us as i m travelling on this road from when i was 7 or 8 i guess.
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In 2015, I quit my digital marketing job at Nike to take a solo road trip around the country, funded by driving for Lyft in each of the cities I stopped in. In the beginning, I thought that driving for Lyft was simply the key to supporting the trip financially. However, I soon found that the dynamic of having strangers jump into my car to talk about life for 20 minutes or so, under the context that we would probably never speak again, was the most powerful piece of my year off. I was so inspired by my passengers that I wrote a book about them, called We're All Going to Die: Lessons Learned From My Year Road Tripping As a Lyft Driver. My passengers became my biggest teachers in what, lo and behold, turned out to be a year of personal growth and self-discovery. I learned the value of more listening and less ego. I saw how hungry people are for real human connection and conversation in a world more digitally connected and emotionally isolated than ever. I took the time to face my own issues, including my father's suicide five years earlier. I began to understand how important it is to be human - to feel your emotions, to share those feelings with others, and to find lightness and humor in the hard stuff. What became most obvious to me was that at end of the day, we're all going to die anyway. This book is a story about my personal growth, supported by the stories of the many people who trusted me enough to jump into my car and open up their hearts to me.

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