I could be out there partying the entire night, but this year, I wanted different. I somehow knew what I wanted for myself. So when my party plans crashed, it was a joyous moment.
I wrote this blog in parts. Each line edited several times before I could realise it made sense. 2014 was a year of experiences. Here I count them down to the top three.
- I took up long distance running and began training for a marathon. I ran under my target timings and worked the hell out everyday. I realised I was capable of so much more than I ever thought. Over time I could actually enjoy the loneliness of a long distance runner.
- I lost my wallet in a city with 200 million people. A city where I was challenged with linguistic barrier. And got it back without a single penny missing. For a while I had completely given up on finding it. I remember praying to get it back. I have a deeper faith in humanity than ever before. I promised myself to be more spiritual. And I did hold onto that.
- I spent the last few days of the year at a Karate camp only to realise that I had made a horrible mistake by not being there for people who counted upon me. I promised myself to never let that happen again. I’m giving up completely on procrastination.
2015 could bring me sorrows, and it will. But that’s okay. 2014 turned out good and 2015 will turn out better.
You won’t live your life the way you think you can. It doesn’t work that way. Listen to what the world is telling you to do and grow with it. Take the leap. The best experiences are the ones that are unplanned.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Sparkling or Still.”
My perfect day would be hours of endless partying with the people I love followed by hours of endless conversations with them. It’s a blend of moments both sparkling and still–like a champagne cocktail.
There was a time when I was 16 and could experience this everyday. Times have changed. A day with our loved ones leaves us with moments to cherish.
How often do we find ourselves escaping into the pleasures of life trying to make the day “Perfect”.
I have stopped wishing for “The Perfect Day”. It’s just another form of procrastination.
Instead, I find time in solitude to create perfect moments for myself. I travel everyday for an hour and a half. I travel alone. I want to travel alone. It’s the only time in the day I can give to myself. It creates my Champagne Cocktail. It creates my Perfect Day.
A toast to Perfect Days. Cheers!
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We suffer from a chronic illness called dissatisfaction.
Dissatisfaction from work. Dissatisfaction from life.
Dissatisfaction from people. Dissatisfaction from everything.
I once attended a talk whose speaker talked about journey from Good to Great. He spoke about following a single passion. He talked about his life where he had dreamt of being a public speaker but ended up being an engineer. Nevertheless the spark within him remained and he was able to pursue his dream. His content and confidence moved me. His speech concluded with one of the best lessons in life: To start following a single passion to an extent that you’re not just good at it, you’re great at it.
Our deep dissatisfactions lead us to experiment with multiple choices to achieve things. Some things we never wanted to achieve in the first place. Sure, experimenting is fine for it leads to experiences (which leads to great blog writing). But in a place where mistakes are seldom acknowledged, people must refrain from experimenting.
Pick out one thing you love most in life and pursue it. Put in all your heart to it. Don’t worry about things that you may miss out upon along the way. Some things are supposed to be left alone.
Life is too short to worry about everything.
Life is too short to learn everything.