Seeing me writing a Faiz poem in the notebook, my teacher said that it was crazy and I should first become something.
After reading the manuscript of my first novel, a friend called it crazy and suggested that I pay attention to my university education.
When I was about to leave for an adventurous 30-day bike trip across Pakistan, my relatives warned that it was crazy to be out there like that.
When I quit my high-paying IT career to dedicate my life to travel and writing, my colleagues called me crazy.
Now that I spend my days reading what I always wanted and my nights writing what comes to my mind, people still think it’s just crazy.
I wish you could be a little crazy.