I have inherently been an introvert. Yet for a good 20 years of my life, I always had something to share. For many of those years, I was reasonably capable of engaging people with mutually meaningful conversations. When you share your stories with others, it automatically elicits good stories from them. Not all the time. Maybe not even 10 percent of the time. But if you listen without sharing, you'd probably never hear some of the most precious stories of people's lives. I have grown tired of my stories. I may have shared them intensely with over two dozen people in my life. My narrations have become dull, devoid of life. Though I have little to say to people, I'd still love to hear their stories. A good life to me meant doing what I loved. But it is awfully hard to know what you truly love. I loved watching films. I even had the qualities of a good filmmaker. But sustained failures, inherent fear, shortage of confidence and a barrage of conflicts dra...