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Letting go

Leaving is never easy. But it becomes almost impossible when there is systematic propaganda designed to make you belong and feel connected.
There are very few places that give you the feeling of security and comfort, of knowing, to a great extent, that which lies ahead of you. And when time draws near to part from a place like that, it certainly isn't easy.

So what is it that keeps me motivated to move on?

I have learnt that I can't work for someone and be dictated to. I have learnt that freedom of expression and ownership are most important to me. And finally, I need to let those creative juices flow, else I feel suffocated and demotivated.

When everything is designed to make me stay, self awareness makes me let go.

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  1. Quitter!

    But good luck, make those VCs happy and share the profits ;)

    Cheers.

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