I had moved into a new job after facing a toxic work environment.
I had gone through a spectrum of emotions. Ranging from resignation to fate to 'hey I'm better off than many people so let me not complain'.
I was still figuring life out. I wanted a child. Travel the world.
Amidst the shitstorm, there were things to look forward to.
34 is when a lot of people are figuring life out.
After getting into a frame of mind where there is a shred of empowerment to decide things for them selves after being force fed
Study well. These are your career paths. These are your life paths. Marry on time. Have kids on time. Buy a house. Save. Close loans. Invest in savings. Invest in retirement plan. Save now. You can spend later.
Building self confidence takes a lot of time and effort for some and it is an on going process.
And here is a man whose life ended at 34.
I can't begin to imagine what was going through his mind.
We are still a supremely risk averse, conservative society that looks at talking about mental health as a sign of weakness and likewise for sharing our vulnerabilities. I've been guilty. Of prescribing. Of not being a good listener.
Next time, when someone opens up, resist. The urge to prescribe. The urge to correct. The urge to pick on semantics. The urge to sanitize the language into some political correctness.
The world needs positivity, openness and kindness more than ever. You will be missed, Sushant. But I hope we learn to do better as a society in the aftermath of this jolt.