I used to have a rule: never visit the same place twice. The world is far too big, and there are too many new corners to explore!
But returning to the Taj Mahal a decade later reminded me that sometimes the magic isn’t in seeing a new place, but in seeing an old one through new eyes.
There’s something beautiful about revisiting a place that holds an earlier version of you, reflecting on how far you’ve come, and realizing how much more there is to become.
Here’s to the (next) best decade of building and adventuring!
But returning to the Taj Mahal a decade later reminded me that sometimes the magic isn’t in seeing a new place, but in seeing an old one through new eyes.
There’s something beautiful about revisiting a place that holds an earlier version of you, reflecting on how far you’ve come, and realizing how much more there is to become.
Here’s to the (next) best decade of building and adventuring!
More than a decade ago, I found myself in India for the first time while sailing around the world on Semester at Sea.
It remains one of the most transformative experiences of my life.
I was the first in my family to get a passport and the first to go to university, starting at community college (what
@balajis might refer to as "dark talent")
There wasn't extra money for international travel, but seeing the world was one of the reasons I wanted an education in the first place.
Early on, I became obsessed with one dream: Semester at Sea. The program cost $30,000.
I applied twice while I was still in community college and was rejected both times.View quoted post on X
