The Beauty of Learning: Rediscovering Beginnerhood

There’s something oddly liberating about being clueless.

We’re conditioned to chase mastery — collect degrees, stack skills, and stay on top of our game. But there’s a quieter joy in starting from scratch, in not knowing, in fumbling your way forward. Being a beginner, voluntarily or otherwise, puts you back in touch with something raw and alive.

I’ve come to see beginnerhood not as a weakness, but as a kind of quiet strength. When you’re a beginner, the world regains its texture. Every small success — tying a clean yoga bind, painting your first awkward watercolour flower, configuring a basic Python script — feels like a personal revolution. There’s no expectation to be perfect. Just the permission to be curious.

A Personal Note from the Beginning Line

A few months ago, I opened Blender for the first time. The interface stared back like a cryptic puzzle. I’ve worked with complex models and AI frameworks — but this was something else. Alien.

Nothing I clicked made sense. I undid every step. I almost gave up.

But something made me stay. Maybe it was the freedom of not knowing what to expect. Maybe it was curiosity unshackled from performance.

Frame by frame, I figured things out. I made ugly objects. The render crashed. But that moment, that disorientation — it felt strangely nourishing.

I wasn’t producing. I was learning.

“In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert’s mind there are few.”
— Shunryu Suzuki

Why Beginnerhood Matters (Especially Now)

We live in a world obsessed with speed and perfection. But being a beginner is an invitation to slow down. To notice details. To get intimate with the process, not just the outcome.

When we start something new — a language, a skill, a city — we return to asking better questions. We listen harder. We drop the mask of certainty. And slowly, quietly, we stretch into who we’re becoming.

What I’ve discovered is this: being a beginner doesn’t make you smaller — it stretches you. It reminds you that learning is not a ladder to be climbed but a field to be wandered, barefoot and wide-eyed.

In a way, that’s more powerful than being the expert in the room.

Lessons from the Blank Page

Here are a few truths I’ve come to love about being a beginner:

  • You stop performing and start absorbing.
    You don’t have to prove anything — which is exactly when real learning begins.
  • You build resilience gently.
    Every mistake becomes data, not defeat.
  • You remember what empathy feels like.
    You’re kinder to yourself — and by extension, to others finding their footing too.
  • Time feels different.
    There’s presence. Attention. A kind of flow in the fumbling.

From PhD Walls to Swim Lanes

This isn’t just about creative tools.

During my PhD, there were long phases of uncertainty, where nothing made sense, where I questioned everything. But looking back, that discomfort was doing the slow work of reshaping me. Teaching me to stay. To ask again. To try, even when I didn’t know how it would unfold.

Later, I took swimming lessons as an adult. Humbling? Absolutely. But in the embarrassment, there was a strange joy. I wasn’t competing. I was just showing up. Breath by breath, stroke by stroke.

“You have a right to your actions, but never to your actions’ fruits.”
Bhagavad Gita

This line hits differently when you’re learning something from the ground up.

An Invitation

In a world obsessed with speed, scale, and showing off — to begin again is an act of quiet rebellion.

Where in your life can you start over?
What’s something you’ve shelved because you didn’t want to be seen starting small?

Dust it off. Begin again.

There’s beauty in the slowness. Grace in the mess. And, quietly, your future self is cheering you on.

So here’s to the fresh notebooks. The trembling first strokes. The teachers we find in strangers, children, and YouTube tutorials. Here’s to stumbling and laughing and asking the obvious questions.

Because sometimes the most soulful progress begins when we stop trying to prove, and start choosing to play.

If this resonates, I’d love to hear from you. Drop a note or comment — what are you learning or relearning right now? Let’s celebrate the courage it takes to begin.

2020: The Plot Twist of the Vision Year

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The year 2020 started with the messenger applications on my phone buzzing with wishes like:

May this year bring you the 2020 vision to focus on all essential aspects of life!

Anonymous, or Was that you?

2020 is the year that added so many terms to my limited medical vocabulary. The words that I was not even aware existed have now been overused to such an extent that I have started to detest them. It all began with unprecedented and then came along quarantine, lockdown, asymptomatic, carrier, contact tracing, community spread, and the list goes on and on.

Being a 90s kid, 2020 was like a symbolic marker of a futuristic decade for me, like the ones they show in sci-fi movies? And, in a way, it has been!

Like so many people around the world, I had my 2020 vision in place. It was supposed to be my year, where I would focus on my goals and achieve them. I am a full-time Ph.D. student, and hence uncertainty is a part of my life. But March 2020 was way beyond acceptable levels of uncertainty.

I always look at my thesis as a project and have a timeline in my mind. My biggest fear was to complete the work within the stipulated duration (actually, well before that, to be on the safe side!). What if I don’t? This was a question that gave me jitters!

And then, the global pandemic happened, and I had to come back home due to the indefinite lockdown. It took almost one month of trying to finally restart work because the show must go on. There were suddenly so many things to take care of without going out of the house. The levels of uncertainty were just beyond all imagined limits. But here is the plot twist!

Since the beginning of my Ph.D. program, I had dreaded working on my thesis from home, but I am doing it now. I have faced challenge after challenge, and I have adapted. 2020 has actually helped me grow exponentially. Whenever I felt low about not getting desired and quantitative results earlier, my seniors advised me to treat Ph.D. as a part of my life and not have my life revolving around my Ph.D.

I never truly understood how to do that until last month. I am sure that is the most significant achievement of 2020 for me. 

This year, I have started to rediscover myself and my love for writing as well. I had almost forgotten about this blog, but now I am back!

I am yet to achieve the quantitative goals, but now I genuinely believe that I will. It is only a matter of time!