This a continious story of my chaotic journey in learnig Data Science

The innocent lessons we learn from horrible moments and how they define us and shape the path ahead. Stop ,  she cries out behind me.  Her voice is high, loud, and not caring about anything else but to be heard. The voice carries and lands forcefully on my ears. I pretend I don’t hear her and keep walking. I am hoping for her quick retreat.  Wait for me , she yells again, this time, somehow louder.  I can’t help it. I stop and wait.  I don’t turn around, though. I already fee

Art by liliboo And so here we are again, brought into question once more. Having to defend our way of life, our way of love, our being....