Guilty Pleasure

        I tried to keep myself from smiling. I sunk myself in all the grief and sorrow, not 'cause I wanted to but 'cause I dint feel anything else. All emotions slowly left me, one after the other. I was left with 2 friends: Depression and Anxiety. They were my companions. I was comfortable feeling nothing. Nothing but pain. 

When one day, I heard a knock at my door.

"Who is it?", I asked.
"Smile", said a beautiful voice.
"Go away", I said. 
"Smile has left. But can I come in?", said an even sweeter voice.
"Who are you?", I asked.
"I'm happiness", came a response.
"No. Please leave.", I yelled.

        I never heard any voices after that, for a really long time. But the knocking never stopped. It only got louder and louder, until one day the door developed cracks. Finally, the knocking had stopped and I very conveniently, swam in all my tears. Slowly, the tears started to drain out. It was happiness again, sneaking in through the cracks of the door. No matter how much I resisted, it had successfully made it's way into my life.

        I started to smile. I felt horrible for smiling. "How could I? I'm supposed to be sad.", I thought to myself. Even before my smile that barely lasted 2 seconds had started to fade, I could sense a countless number of judgmental eyes on me. "How could she smile? She is supposed to be sad.", they all echoed in chorus. 

I felt all the more miserable. 

This time, I shut the door harder and broke up with Smile. 

        But Happiness wouldn't give up, it sneaked in again. Only this time, it bought Sense and Maturity along. After talking some Sense into me, Maturity explained to me how good/bad things happen to people and just like feeling good momentarily doesn't mean one will never cry, similarly, crying your eyes out when something bad happens doesn't mean one is not entitled to laugh. And that it's okay to feel more than one emotions at once. Also, what "people" think about you should not govern your emotions. You just feel what you feel, there's absolutely no logic to it. 

         I felt less miserable after my conversation with Maturity. I hugged Happiness and patched up with Smile. 
I'm smiling, but I'm not happy. I know I'm going to be the happiest someday and I also know that things will be better. I'm sure Depression and Anxiety might come visit me once in a while and I'm okay with that. I will never forget how they stood by me when no other emotion did, they made me feel alive 'cause that was all I felt at one point. 

         I'm still smiling as I write this, but that hasn't lessened my pain even a bit. The world sees what I choose to show and the rest, it only assumes. I don't know why the world finds a necessity to have an opinion about something that does not directly or indirectly affect them in any way. But I've learnt not to care. Well, to be more honest, I've learnt to care less and let me tell you, it feels a lot better.

Happy Judging, World! If having an opinion about my life makes you happy, then go ahead. 

Smiling is my guilty pleasure. 
What's your's? :)

Wanderlust: The hidden "price tag": Unsaid terms and conditions

             I try hard to remember the last time I was home, in true sense. I'm sure I felt very safe. One thing I remember about being home was comfort, the fact that all my wishes were fulfilled, everything that I needed was taken care of; without me having to say anything.

My home, my mom's womb.
             Then, that was the only home I knew, where I thought I'd stay forever. And after what seemed like forever, I wasn't home anymore; right when I started to get comfortable, I had to leave.  I was in a completely new place I didn't know where I was but for some reason, I was familiar with the place and I recognized the faces around me. However, the fact that I wasn't home was making me restless. The only comforting thought was that I was around my home (or my home was always around me). But then my home kept moving and sometimes I couldn't find her. So I started to crawl in search of her and when I realized that crawling was taking me too long, I figured I should walk.
             When I was home, I never thought I'd have to crawl and walk. It was not at all easy. My first attempt at standing, almost seemed impossible. I fell flat on my face. It took me several attempts to get myself to stand and a lot more strength to take a step forward.The effort, the pain and struggle: ALL this, to reach home, to feel protected and safe.

              As I grew up, my definition of "home" changed; it became this combination of numbers and letters. So every new city we moved to, we had a new home, four new walls and a new roof. That's what home meant, Until we stayed there for few years at a stretch, The house that we stayed in then, was where I grew up. It was more than just 4 walls and a roof. It had innumerable memories accumulated from all those years. I then realized that it was not those walls that made a home, it's my family, They were home. I had developed a strong attachment to the place. I had gotten comfortable there, just like I was in my mum's womb. And I had to leave again, just like I had to then. Only this time, it was a conscious decision.

               I had a plan weaved in my head and I wanted to set it in action, for which I had to leave home. This was the first time I was walking away from home and not towards it. It felt just like the first time I tried to walk, painful. Only this time, I needed a lot more strength to walk. 'Cause I wasn't just walking, I was walking away. Any which ways, I had to do what I had decided for myself. So, I left. Days and months passed, a few days never ended while a few days passed in a jiffy. During the course to time, my plans had changed and so did I. I crawled and walked and fell and stood back up. There were times, when I'd just drag myself through it. I don't deny having several wonderful moments. Meeting new people, having the privilege to travel around the world, taking risks, succeeding and failing.I'd laugh till my eyes got all teary and at times, I'd lock myself up in a room and cry my eyes out while looking into the mirror till I just laugh at how things are going wrong. I feel I've seen so much and learnt so much in all this time away from home.

                Amidst all this, very often, an annoying question would pop up in my head: 

"Why did you leave home?" 

and though I had an answer that convinced my head, my heart never stopped asking. So I always diverted my heart's focus and built little traps here and there that it would conveniently fall into. Until one day when I ran out of answers and traps. What do you do when you have no answer to a question? You stand there clueless, in the middle off no where, just staring into nothing with both your feet in abyss while your brain acts as a black hole that absorbs almost everything but processes nothing. When you don't know where you belong anymore. Reality hits you,

             You know what you want but you're not convinced if that's what you need. When you fool yourself and create an illusion that it's for the best that you're doing whatever you've decided but then someone bursts your bubble. Now when the bubble you were living in isn't there anymore, you suddenly are exposed to all your demons. The protective shield is now gone and you don't know where to hide. You wander in search of it and find so many fascinating bubbles that invite you. You enter each bubble hoping to seek solitude and peace. And each time, the bubble bursts.
              You then reach a point when you want to go back. Back to where you started, back to where the journey began, back home. But soon you realize that the place you once called home, has gotten used to your absence. And your home doesn't necessarily need you, though you need it more than anything. And thus your destiny is decided. You were destined to wander. And that a HOME isn't necessarily a part of your story. That's the price you pay for your wanderlust, you will never be completely at home again. You have to wander. Forever.

What's your silver spoon?

Born with a silver spoon in the mouth!

         Well, this phrase has supposedly got to do something with wealth, right? So anybody born into a wealthy family is born with a silver spoon in the mouth? According to which, only 10% of the entire world's population falls under the "silver spoon" category. Maybe? Actually, wrong. Such misconceptions often lead to us unconsciously or consciously giving away this sense of superiority to others. Most(all) of us are born with a silver spoon in the mouth. You just have to figure out what your silver spoon is. Your family? Your home? Your talent? Your happiness or peace of mind? It could be anything. Just that you're either not aware of it or you don't realize how valuable something that you already possess could be.
       
          My family is my silver spoon. My parents who love me more than they love themselves, my younger brother who pampers me and spoils me, my granny who can do anything to make me happy and all that happiness that they fill my life with. I believe, that when you have something that money can never buy, you are possibly the richest, more like the "diamond-studded-platinum-spoon category".

            Why should wealth always be measured in terms of one's bank balance? How much can that stagnant cash/money tell about a person? Can it buy you friends? Or people to stand by you in all walks of your life? Can it buy you a smile? No.

             I always thought that friends are no big deal. I mean, not that I dint value them, just that I thought everybody has friends. Everybody has someone to talk to, someone whom they have fun with, someone who wants to be with them. If you thought so too, then I'm afraid we might not be right. Do you see that person at school/office who sits alone during breaks or finishes his/her lunch quietly while you are at a table full of friends, laughing and exchanging hi-5's? You might just disregard him/her as a loner, for all you care. Maybe you should ask that person what it feels like to not have someone to talk to.
             Friends are not easy to find. Not everybody has "friends". If you have at least one person who is just a call away when in need, that's your silver spoon.

             At home, when your Mom keeps calling you to have food while you're watching a stupid sitcom and you get so annoyed and think she's pestering you, think of those people who live so far away from home that they have to battle the time difference and wait till the sun rises back home to even talk to their Mom. Ask them and they'll tell you how they'd give away anything just to have a meal cooked by Mom.
             It's not going to fill her stomach if you eat, but she still makes sure you eat and stay healthy even if she hasn't eaten anything all day. That concern you'll constantly getting is your silver spoon.

"Every blessing ignored, becomes a curse."

-Paulo Coelho

              Why should everything that you're not, be your definition of beauty or wealth? Why does a short person assume that a few more inches would add to their beauty? And who ever said that complexion has anything to do with beauty?
              The world corrupts humans with all these stereotypes and creates an illusion that your physical appearance has a lot to do with your beauty. And that if you're a little healthy or dark or short, than maybe you should change all of it 'cause there's something wrong with you. Rubbish!
              You are beautiful the way you are. A beautiful blend of perfections and imperfections, that's what makes you what you are: Unique. As long as you're comfortable in your skin, nobody will ever ask you to change. You might try and become someone else on the outside but nothing can change who you really are. Stop seeking for acceptance, your confidence and belief that the combination of the letters b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l is meant for you, whether someone says it or not, is all that matters not the world's opinion. That beauty of your soul is your silver spoon. Don't trade your silver spoon for a steel one.

Everything that you are and everything that you have is precious. You might not be perfect but who said you should be? Dissatisfaction is the cause of frustration and it's solely our creation. Be content with what you have and value it. Stop comparing with others, it's your life and your story. There is no point of comparison.
There is nothing more blissful than having peace of mind. And only a happy mind is at peace.

At the end of this article, I'm sure you're more wealthy than you were before you read this.

Love,
Monisha.

Growing UP !

"GROW UP". How often do you get that from people?
Well, I only hear it during an argument, when I don't understand the other person's justification, 'cause then I'm suddenly immature and I need to grow up. I have no clue how to react to that. What's it with growing up anyway?

I've managed to define immaturity though. Here's my definition: "Immaturity is when you expect people to be nice to you when you have been nothing but good to them".

Little did I know, that's not how things work. 'Cause then it'd be your fault and words like gullible and immature will be fired at you.
You hit maturity when you come to terms with the fact that not everybody will reciprocate what you do for them. Clearly contradicting immaturity, maturity is when you can do whatsoever you feel like and still expect the other person to be nice to you and if they reciprocated your foul behavior and gave you a dose of your own medicine, then they are juvenile and immature to do so.
If that's where growing up takes you, I'm quite happy and comfortable being people's definition of immature. Most times, innocence is misunderstood as immaturity.

I grow every day, every moment, every second. More than just growing UP, what matters more is what you grow INTO. I'm 22 years old and those years of my life definitely have a lot to do with what I am today but is there a measure to how much my soul has "grown"? For all you know, I could be a baby at heart and my brain could take the decisions a 30 year old takes.

Trying to cope with this ambiguous imbalance, midst all the changes and experiences life has put me through, here I am, defining immaturity and immaturity while figuring out what's it like to grow up and if anybody ever really grows up.

I read somewhere that one meets a lot of temporary people from 18 to 22. Well, I did too and each one of those passing clouds have taught me something about life. No matter how small or big, how useful or vain, how important of insignificant; every lesson is precious.

• Lesson 1 : The Color GREY

If you thought the world would leave you alone with just two options(colors): Black and White, you're wrong. It's high time you acknowledge the color grey.
*drum rolls* Please?
Presenting to you, "The Grey Drive", where half of the people in the world live.
An answer to a question can't possibly be either 'yes or no', there is a 'maybe'. And that's not 'cause they don't know in their head what they really want, they probably do, but they will play their diplomacy card and let you swim in the ambiguity somewhere among one of those million grey shades.

Lesson? Acknowledge the color grey.

• Lesson 2 : Introducing the Plastics

Somehow, what you show the world is more important than what you really are. Let me ask you a question. Normally, how long does a smile last? 3 ish seconds, maybe? And it probably takes about 2 more seconds for it to fade. But guess what? I've seen smiles appear and disappear in less than 2 seconds.
Plastic alert.
You might be flashing back a genuine smile for all they care. A lot of them are so engrossed in their own mess that any other being on this planet seems like an insignificant existence to them. Actually, that's how we are sometimes. We might not realize the cold wake me pass around when we fake a smile.

Lesson? Don't join the plastic league. Melt the plastic, smile often. If not for anything, smile 'cause it makes you look pretty. You don't want to grow into a grumpy 20 something person, do you? always have that curve glued to your face. Your smile can make someone's day.

• Lesson 3 : The Shadow Friend

 "A friend in need is a friend indeed". I always wondered why the writer did not use the plural, "Friends in need are friends indeed". 'Cause he was smart and practical and he knew that it can get hard as hell to find even that one friend when you really need one. Someone who'll never leave your side, someone who'll stay just like your shadow. You might not see your shadow in darkness, but you always know it's there.
We often tend to take people for granted. It's human to be greedy. For instance, if there are 3 open boxes with gifts and one closed box lying in front of us, we'd be more curious about the one that's closed. The unknown intrigues us. Would we gamble those three open boxes for one closed one? Nobody knows.

Lesson? Value what's in your hand. Hold on to that one person, appreciate what he/she does for you. Understand how precious it is and how you can never trade anything with this friendship 'cause nothing can ever compensate for this.

That's just a few, which according to me are the core. So grow up but grow up into someone nice. Understand the world around you and respect people for who they are. Be whatever or whosoever you want to be and do what your heart says, but try not to harm anyone by your ways. Like my Mom always says, "Grow up gracefully and set an example". Wait, let me add, set a "good" example.  

And finally..

~ Always keep that kid in you alive. Smile often, value people, sing the song of life and dance to the rhythm of the universe.

Love, Monisha.

LOVE : The Most Misunderstood Word

Love, a strong feeling that all of us experience. We fall in love with a lot of people, things, places and moments. Love is like the proverbial elephant being described by five blind men. Everyone feels a tiny bit of it and is convinced that their version of it is real. Our definitions of love change accordingly. According to what? 
Well, read on..

My perception: 
Being my unpredictable self, I'm posting this at the cost of sounding completely fickle minded. The first perception is a complete outburst and the next one is possibly a realization. 
So, one not-so-fine day, when I was in a not-so-good mood, I happened to write this about love..

" Our definitions of love change according to our self-centered-ness and narcissistic behavior. We hate to admit but we love ourselves a lot more than we could possibly love anyone. Well, love for a person is a way too different from the love for a thing. But we don't understand that. Maybe one common thing is that we always expect the other to reciprocate the love. Both the person and thing.

'Cause we expect our favorite toy to remain intact as long as we wish to play with it or until another new toy catches our attention (after which we won't hesitate to dump the old toy somewhere). We might throw away the old one carelessly, stamp it or mishandle it, but we DON'T want it to break. And that's alright in a way, 'cause they're just toys.

Unfortunately, the same logic doesn't really play apt when "people" are involved. 'Cause then, feelings find their way into the picture. Hearts break, tears flow and all the emotional drama is then born. So, to save yourself the drama, all you should do is: Keep quiet. Keep it to yourself, if you know that confessing your love means nothing but leaving the other person with no other choice but to love you back. Don't confess, if you are not open to a "No". Don't pour your heart out if you know that your love will turn into hatred just 'cause that person doesn't feel the same about you. 

We most of the times, love only the reflection of ourselves we find in the other person" 

And all that, I agree, was an outburst. I never posted it anywhere 'cause I thought it was too negative. Days later, when I read it, I was taken aback by what I myself had written. I realized how none of it seemed true or right in any way to me. Nobody would like it if they read it, maybe they will in a few ways relate to it, but it's not really going to make them feel good. I dint feel good myself.

" Our perceptions change from time to time, depending upon what leaves an impact on our mind and for how long. Well, now i think, not letting the teenage heartbreaks and a couple of meaningless relationships (that I once perceived as love) affecting me. 

What is love? Why is it that i can't overcome the need to define this word? Why should it mean the same thing to everyone? Well, you know what? It need not. Honestly, there is no such thing as "unconditional love" and it's high time we come to terms with that fact. And that's no bad thing, it's probably just a way of life. 

Love is a beautiful feeling. Think of the vivid and innumerable feelings it puts you through. It gives you immense happiness, heart wrecking pain, laughs & tears, smiles, joy & sorrow, gain & loss. All of it. You have to buy it all. The black and the white. Don't expect anything out of it, you don't have to. Love gives you all you need. It's a priceless feeling that one should celebrate, instead of calculating the pros and cons of it. It's no business deal. If there's a darker side to it then there is an even brighter side. It's a package. You need the different flavors, sometimes it's bitter sweet and sometimes it's sweeter than sugar.

I like being this way, a girl who believes in fairy tales, in "true love", in a possible existence of a Prince charming. I believe in the beauty of life and all the unseen magic. Maybe one should let the demons stay in the dark, celebrate what you have and what makes you happy. If there are demons then there are angels too. LOVE is where the demons and the angels miraculously coexist. "

 Unless it's mad and passionate and extraordinary, don't call it love. There are too many mediocre things in life; Love shouldn't be one of them. The moment we begin to seek love, love begins to seek us. So love like you've never loved before and live like there's no tomorrow. Appreciate what you have and always remember to be grateful, 'cause everything comes to the one who is grateful for what he/she has. 

Don't hesitate, don't hold back, don't be so guarded and fearful. Love and fall in love with the entire feeling of being in love.

Love, 
Monisha 

The New York Trip !

            Sometimes you can feel extremely lonely and out of place when you're in the best possible place. To the contrary, sometimes the most lousiest place can feel like heaven on earth. And what if you have the best company and you're at the best place? That is a deadly combination. Well, a plan that all of us almost gave up on, surprisingly worked out and turned out to be one of the most craziest trips. A trip to the Gorgeous New York City. And these three crackheads who made it all the more fun.

             I'm going to say the nicest things and a few more nice things today.. I know these three will read it with so much interest, for obvious reasons. And for all those who don't know them, here's introducing you to three extremely wacky people.
Read on..

Niharika aka Nihar

          My roomie for a good 9 months now. So it goes unsaid that she knows me inside out . She knows the annoying me, the mean me, the adorable me and the crazy me. And i know the crazy her who'll definitely deny and dismiss the mere existence of the 'adorable me'. If that made any sense.

          Well, here she sits next to me, imitating Chandler from "Friends", making it absolutely impossible for me to write anything, not having the slightest clue that i'm writing about her. She is also simultaneously jumping on my bed and complaining about some of her friend who takes too many selfies and is cribbing about her hair being messed up. To add to all of it, she is humming my fav song in the most awful way and yelling at me for playing it so often and getting it stuck in her head. She is one such person who can crib about anything. Its no surprise if one day she ends up cribbing about not having anything to crib.

          This Queen of Generosity can go to any extremes to help someone, like other's needs always come before her's. I don't know it's possible for someone to be so selfless. And no matter how often she says she doesn't care, i know she does. No matter how tom boyish she is on the outside, she is no different from the most girlie girl.

          One of the loveliest persons I've met. Genuine and adorable. I can just pour my heart out in front of her and know it for sure that i'll never be judged. We can go on for hours about the most random things. 'Cause she talks as much as I do. And this is something that i read somewhere, "Friendship is talking utter nonsense and having that nonsense respected". This line pretty much sums up the bond we share. There have been several days and nights when we kept talking and lost track of time.

          After going to NY last year, we decided to go again and this time not just for coffee. It was wonderful. I don't think she knows how much i love her and I don't think i know why. She is someone i'll treasure for life. 'Cause i know for a matter of fact that irrespective of the time that passes without us talking, a fine day when we do, nothing's going to change. We'll still talk about the most random things for hours. She is family away from family.

I heart you, Nihar <3

Suhas aka Shushu

          An acquaintance, turned friend, turned shushu. From the cutest kid-like smile to the typical Kannada "Ayyo", that he says before and after every alternate sentence, everything about him is cute. And like every other guy, he doesn't like being called "cute", which is why i overdo it.

           Probably one of the effortlessly funny people I've known, with a very rare kind of sense of humor. I haven't really seen the angry/sad Suhas, so i have no clue what he is like during that phase. According to where my imagination takes me, I think he'd still be smiling and saying "Ushuu" (which is supposedly used instead of 'Oh my God"), not to forget the Kannada accent.

           I've never said this to him before, but I admire the person that he is. He falls under the "nice" guy category. Like the combination of the letters n-i-c-e is made for him. Makes sure he doesn't hurt or offend anybody intentionally. And makes sure other's don't offend you in anyway. How? Well, he laughs out loud at the joke on you and tells you that he dint understand the joke. Yeah, that's him.

           Naughty, witty, compassionate, helpful and a few other positive flattering adjectives that I can't think of right now, define this Bangalore guy. One can only imagine the immensity of the liking he has for his city, 'cause guess what, he got it added to his name. I hope his wife doesn't have her city's name added to her name already, or she'll be "Her name" "Bangalore" "Her city's name". I know that's not funny. But then i had this uncontrollable urge to mention this here, despite the fact that I might be dead meat once he reads this.

Whatever! I love you, shushu! And i'm going to miss our selfie routines. "Smile-Click-Stare-Click"

Kabeer aka Kabeera

           The most unexpected friend. After completely ignoring each other initially and not really acknowledging the fact that we actually get along, here we are today, sharing a very peculiar bond. A "Saas-Bahu" bond, which we both decided on, keeping in mind our shudh-Hindi-sometimes-Urdu conversations. We keep talking effortlessly and endlessly unless and until acted upon by the famous word "Aur bata". That is when we know, we've spoken too much  and had too much of each other and that we should stop for a while.

           He is one of the most handsome guys alive, is what he thinks, which need not necessarily be true. Well, this misconception leads him to believe that he is an 8.5 on 10. And I'd say he is probably a 9 on 10. The grace 0.5 ONLY 'cause he dint give himself a 10, which I sure as hell thought he would do.

           Our initial bonding was after we found our mutual liking (turned obsession) for a Bollywood song, which came as a shocker to me 'cause i thought he was more of the Honey Singh kind. Anyway, it dint take really long for us to get to know each other after that. Maybe our frequencies or modulations or whatever it is that he calls it, matched!

           From his self-obsession, to his stupid jokes, to that annoying frown that creeps into his forehead even before the smile starts to fade, to the i-know-everything attitude, it doesn't take long to get used to all of it. 'Cause he is the perfect combination of entertainment and fun. Best company one could ever be in. A mobile television. Imitates every possible accent, cracks lame yet funny jokes. You won't realize when his target shifts from the person you're laughing at to you, and now you're the new laughing stock. That's how spontaneous and unpredictable he is.

          If any day i screw up awfully, I'll owe it all to his suggestions that i very willingly obeyed. And I know that no matter what, I won't regret.

Thank for being there, Kabeera! Love you.


Having them around, makes my life what it is, here in US. Their presence is precious and their absence might kill. I owe those three days in New York City and all the fun associated with the trip, to these three fools.
Love you, guys!

P.S. Now worship me (:

Life- A walk on the beach

                    Did you ever have to make a BIG decision in life? Something that could probably play a major role in defining your life, in defining where you’d go and what you’d be. An important decision. Yes? Okay. And have you ever been in self doubt? Doubted your own choices? I guess, that’s a yes too. Happens to most of us. We willingly come to a conclusion and then question our own choices.

              One day I made this very casual decision (casual for me, not for my family). I decided to study abroad. I was super fascinated by the idea of leaving the country and living independently. Some unknown force pulled me towards the idea and compelled me to do so. Well, after a crazy turn of events, here I am. In the US of A. Away from home, away from family and maybe one step closer to my dreams.

                     
                A new place, a new beginning, new friends, new home, new life. So yeah, coping with all the new-ness, I decide to take a quiet walk to the nearby pond. Millions of thoughts in mind, innumerable memories, several unanswered questions. All these colliding with each other in my head, one thought leading to another and that one taking me to some faint memory hidden at the back of my head. An idle yet occupied mind does that. This topsy-turvy thought process, got my thoughts choking on a similar day like this when I was walking along the beach.

Our life is so much like a walk on the beach..

                The waves reaching for the shore but refusing to kiss it, the sunset, the breeze. There is beauty in everything around us. In fact, we are surrounded by the magic of the universe. Maybe we are just too blind to notice it. ‘Cause our search for unknown things never ends. We are always in search of  something. Most of us are on a wild goose chase. We don’t know what we’re looking for and those who claim to know what they want, do they really know? We just look around aimlessly, not able to define our search and letting go of a lot of precious things in this process, hoping to find something more valuable. In life, we ignore the people who chase us and chase those who ignore us. Weird.

                    

                That evening at the beach, it was getting dark after the sunset, but there was light, I could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright. The beauty of the beach begged me to stay a little longer. I knew it was pointless but it was beautiful and I couldn’t resist the overwhelming urge to gaze at the waves. I was so lost in the sound of the water gushing at the shore. But I had to walk back.

                Few decisions in life are hard to make. The most difficult ones are to choose between what you WANT and what you NEED, when to hold on an when to let go, when to say yes and when to say no, when to go ahead and when to stop. Surprisingly, there isn’t a right or wrong answer to all these questions. Your choices define your path. You set your priorities and you know what’s important for you, when.

                Like, I could just sit back at the beach and gaze at the beauty that surrounds me or I could conveniently walk back.

               No matter what you decide for yourself, YOU ARE RIGHT. Don’t repent. Don’t cry over the spilt milk. You can’t go back in time and change anything, so just go with the flow. Don’t fret.

              Just keep walking. Life is a never ending shore, you can’t see the end of the shore now. There’s a long way to go. You don't know when you'll stop, so put your best foot front each time. Walk along.