Growing up on my father's money. Has been an entirely frustrating experience. Its like wearing pyjamas, which are held by a cord which is visible and handy. Anyone can pull and strip you naked. Anywhere, anytime.

I guess I know what it feels like to be an entrepreneur and have a VC hammerring you all the time. "Show me the money."

To not be unfair, it is also like gambling with borrowed money, joyriding with loose cash pinched from someone's overcoat etc. etc.

Why, today after 23 years of having been his child am I thinking so much of this? Because today, again I am trying to see beyond the horizon. Do some small things for myself. And today I got a memo from him, reminding me of the money I owe him.

Protective love can be confusing, from being confused for possessive affection, to being confused for a malicious belittling game.

Freedom is the big thing, when you don't have it. When you have it, it is so easy to give away !