Home coming

It’s Aug 2019 and it has been ages since my last blog. What ever I gone through so far in my life I could just say this ‘it’s not fun growing up :) ‘. Heart longs for the past , yester years, mind clings to the old happy memories . Yesterday definitely feels happier than today. Life is all about perspectives , no problem is a small problem and   We realize it’s a smaller problem only after facing a bigger problem so the cycle of problem and worry continues.Better get your perspectives early.
       But problems and worries  can’t be the reason why we are created, I am sure there is more to us than being a bean bag of worries  after all we have just one life at least that we know of. .By default we deserve  to be happy and should rejoice our existence, content with what we are and what we have. But I am pretty sure that we live our lives other way around,Where did we go wrong?
      Well it’s plain and simple, we don’t live our lives  fully and intentionally and overlook so many things  and don’t take time to count our blessings. What ever you are going through today believe me there is a  greater reason behind it ,we might lack knowledge to decipher it today but in the grand context of things it will all make sense one day. We only have so much control over our lives and we could do only so much about some somethings in life, we should practice to yield to and flow with the bends of life like a river.  Just be patient and wait for it, I know it’s easily said than done. But Believe and Live today to the fullest with a hope of better tomorrow and your life will become happy .God Bless!

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