Imagine 10,000 years in the future. Two archaeologists are digging a site, and they find the remains of human bones. They take those remains to the lab, perform tests on them, and try to reconstruct the habits and lifestyle of that human. Say those bones belong to me. They are trying to find out my story, how I lived, what I ate, where I traveled, etc. Once they find all the info they need, they toss it into a museum where they store all other such ancient human remains they find. I was essentially one data point to them in trying to understand how humanity evolved over time. Or I can also call myself a “datum”, the singular form of data, literally one piece of information to solve a bigger puzzle. Honestly, I don’t need 10,000 years to become a datum. I am already a part of several datasets people use these days to study many things. So for that objective learner, I am already a datum. Now let me get to how I got the dumb part of it. I have had an interesting and eventful life so far...
I went home for the first time in the past 2 years for a 2-week stay. I initially thought I was being clever with making it only a 2-week trip, because I was saving my PTOs and it would be a very short break for my marathon training. But cut to the end of this trip, and this looks like a stupid decision to me. 2 years in the US without seeing my family honestly didn’t feel so hard, because according to me I had important things to worry about. Those things were job, visa, running, traveling, etc. But now I realize that there is something more important above all these things. It’s my happiness and mental peace. I experienced it for the first time in these 2 years when I was at home. I experienced feeling safe when my father accompanied me on my runs on his scooter to shoo away street dogs chasing me. I experienced the feeling of care when my mom had a milkshake ready for me to drink as soon as I returned home after runs. I experienced the feeling of nostalgia while seeing the picture...