I admire those people who have seamlessly comfortable with changes and transitions. Those who were not bothered of worrying what would have been and what could have been. In today’s world where the past cannot be relied on to predict the future, it becomes more exhilarating for some while frightening for others to defy and embrace all the ordeals showing up our faces.
Being awakened of diversities of life, an understanding came up as life becoming more knotty and at worse thorny. The acquired conception of having your life at hand builds up a heterogeneous mixture of ideas and tons of possibilities. The enthusiasm of learning something new is a fervent attitude making us feel alive and moving. Guess this is what we call growing up, a state of maturing, an act of cuddling a new life to be lived. That is squeezing all your efforts to get into a place you planned, you dreamed of, while being uncertain of what path to take. Call it a state function! Vague. But no one is to blame, kismet is everywhere. The superlative thing to do is to move forward, continue growth. Be not wedged with the past and overcome all the turbulent reactions baffling in our way. Looking back is noble, but being stuck is another. The dare now stretch out on us, for what purposes should our time and lives be spent? Tough. What should be done to have a beautiful life story?—A meaningful one.
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