It’s just been the fifth day of me, trying to maintain a consistent habit of writing a blog. I am already feeling like just giving up.
More than writing a blog consistently, I wanted to keep this blog as a way to keep myself accountable to the changes that I want to make in my life. I keep stalling on things such as waking up early and trying to exercise or even meditate for that matter.
The worst part of it all is that I still have not started reading my bible every day. I really want to be closer to God before I close my eyes not for the fear of hell or death. I just feel guilty that He was the one person that showed me consistent love, and I haven’t even begun to start loving him back.
Starting tomorrow I am going to make that conscious effort to read the bible and prayer before I start my day. Hopefully one day it becomes a necessity rather than a forced habit.
I am a calculated impulsive buyer. I do not know if that makes sense.
Name the most expensive personal item you’ve ever purchased (not your home or car).
It’s just that when I really want to buy something especially if the item in question is on the higher end of my usual spending bracket I take my time.
The “take my time” statement does not make sense when I call my self impulsive. Self Contradictory. To put things into perspective, the desire to buy is impulsive. As soon as I see something I like I want to buy it! The only thing that restricts me is my need for financial stability.
I end up saving for the item first. I take my time and restrict my expenses to the come up with the money to buy it. Sometimes by the time I save the money the item is out of the market and I loose the chance to buy it. However, on the other hand there are few items that I did end up buying.
My largest spends till date are: my Samsung Flip phone, my iPad and my Sony Camera. These may not be “pricey” according to some peoples standards but with my education expenses buying even these were a challenge.
Totally worth the wait and worth the cost! I think the wait to buy it made the actual purchase even more special!
Without a doubt Christmas is my most favorite holiday of the year and also the most waited!
We may have a million different problems in our life that weigh us down. But when Christmas comes around we forget about all that pain and hurt that the year brought us. We come together as a family and enjoy every minute of the joy we share together.
We bake cake and cookies. Often ending with baking fails of raw cake and burnt cookies. We decorate the Christmas tree and our home. Often spending more time in debating how the decoration should look like rather than actually getting the decoration done.
But the best of all we spend hours talking and listening to each other. And just like that you get the strength to fight for one more year.
In the first instance of listening the question I would say when I buy new stationary. I get extremely excited when I place an order for a new marker or sticker. The joy of opening that package when it arrives is almost like opening a gift to myself.
However, if I were to think about it for a while about when am I genuinely happy I would have a different answer. I am the most happy when I can stand aside in the background and see the people I love be happy.
I am trying to be better person. The people that I love: my family and my friends they have given me a lot. When I was weak they have supported me in the ways possible by them. I won’t lie they have given a share of hurt but the joy they give is totally worth it.
I love seeing them smile and enjoy life. I wish I could remove all the horrible memories in their life. I know that it is not possible. However, I do hope to give them to enough happy memories that they forget the pain of the horrible ones. I think then I would the happiest i have ever been in my life.
Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.
All through my childhood I have heard this “Money can’t buy happiness”. When it comes to my parents and sister it definitely holds true. We did not have a rich lifestyle. We had no luxury travels or spa vacations. However, I had the most amazing childhood filled with happiness and the most craziest of memories.
As the years have gone by, my parents have gotten older. I have seen how the so called “relations” have changed the way they treat my parents. Till my parents helped them financial they were respected as elders in the house. Now that they are retired and confined to their small lives they cannot afford to spend much on others. I have seen my parents give up on their desires to make others happy. They limited their happiness to that of their family.
Now that I have grown up I want to at least try to give them some of their desires. To achieve that, I need to make money. Where money needs to to be spent it needs to be spent. And sometimes money can buy happiness. I want to take them on an trip maybe a cruise. It may not be something that they want but I want them to experience the “Luxuries” of life. I want them to have food in a fancy restaurant. I may not be able to remove the pain in their life. However, I want to give them some happy memories. They shouldn’t have to worry about the price tag associated with it.
I feel bad that I can’t instantly tap into my happy memories.
Adulting is hard. The older I get I feel the more I forget about my childhood.
As this prompt showed up on my dashboard, I thought it would be something that I could easily write about. However, the next 1 hour was all about me wrecking my brain trying to remember the last fun thing I did.
When I think about the last 5 years I draw up a blank. I mean, am I so boring. I think I let the “reality of life” take too much of a forefront in all my choices. I got so caught up in completing my education, getting a job, achieving my future goals that I forgot to enjoy today.
I do have the occasional zone out days where I end up going to quite places to connect with nature. I feel that it helps me connect with myself. But I think I need to make time for my childhood self. Time to remember my childhood self.
The last time I had fun, 5 years ago was when I went to the children’s arcade with my closest friend and we went crazy. We played all the games. We won in nothing. Wasted a lot of money. But I remember laughing. Laughing without a care in the world. The kind of laugh I had used to get when going on the swing or sliding down a slide.
I am going to try finding that laugh again. I am going to try to at least make one such memory this year.
This quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald is my most favorite quote.
I first heard this quote when I was watching the TV series “Criminal Minds” and it instantly resonated with me.
We all like a hero’s story of victory but little to we understand the ordeal that individual overcame to be that “hero”. Some of my friends told me that this sounds like a very negative quote. They said the quote focuses on the point that no hero has a happy backstory.
But in my opinion, I think the quotes shifts the focus from the end of the journey to the journey in itself. Yes, the hero is the victor at the end, however, it was the struggles that defined him. Everyone loves to have that happy conclusion to the story. When victory is achieved you always find throes of people following you. But it is in the long arduous journey that you find yourself lonely. You find true friends and realize your courage to face the obstacles that were stacked up against you.
Every failure, every setback is what defines you. Two steps forward one step back. Every little experience defines your character. How you deal with every circumstance that comes your way is what makes you a hero or a villain.
I am still on the journey to being a hero not for others but for myself. Hoping that someday I can be someone’s hero too.
What is your favorite quote? What does it mean to you? Please do share links to your post in the replies.
I love writing and talking about most things under the sky. I never knew there would be a topic that can leave me completely stumped.
I think no one can immediately come up with things about themselves. I am going to try. They may not all make sense but these were the best I could come up today:
Eyelashes Lets be clear they are not as pretty as I would like them to be. However, I like that when the light hit my eyes I can see the tiny shadows of my lashes. They may not be perfect but I love that they suit my eyes.
Nails I love doing nail art. Or at least whenever I get the time. I used to love making cute easy designs sometimes even changing them every week. Because of this, I took care of my nails. I like that I can grow my nails without it getting chipped.
<<To be filled at a later date>> I wish I could think of something that I could jot down. But for today I am keeping a blank space. Hoping that sometime soon I can come back to this post and finally complete this list.
What are the 3 things that you like about yourself? Please do add a link to your post in the comments I would love to read!
I used to think that I was a good person. Then one fine day, someone told me that I had ragged them. I realized that day that even with good intentions we sometimes do the wrong things.
It was a good shocker for me. It was since then I decided that I needed to be conscious, not about the message I want to communicate but of the how the message is received.
I have tried since then to be a better person. I am trying to learn how to give space to the other person in a situation. I hope that whenever someone remembers me, they associate me with a happy memory. I hope that their memory of me gives them a reason to smile and maybe give hope that they will have more such memories.
Would you call it camping if we do it within the school compound?
I was part of the Girl Guides till middle school. As a part of the badging we were required to camp outdoors. However, for safety of the children it was decided that we would camp in tents in the school ground. I think more than the safety many of us were not okay with the lets say “outdoor toilet” situation.
Despite the adulterated camping experience, all of us were super excited. We made food using gas stoves that we carried, made a camp fire and had… let’s call them charred marshmallows. We sang songs , danced and shared scary stories.
We set up our tents which proved to be more frustrating than expected with the winds dragging us along with the tent. Finally, we had people sit inside the tent to finish the pitching.
It is definitely worse in the open, but right about past 2 am we all felt like we would freeze to death. That of course, made us huddle to together and when the morning came one would literally call us a “pile”.
The most hilarious part of the whole experience, was walking all the way to the school building to use the toilet at night. Nobody wanted to go alone so we all were using the “mind over matter” mantra. Thankfully, someone spoke in the darkness of the tent saying “Anyone? Washroom?” instantly 5 of us switched on our torches.
We reached the main school building with jittery teeth. While we were in the washroom thought we kept hearing closing classroom doors and people whispering. Of course, there was that one person in the group who seemed to know about the eerie history of the school being on a burial ground. Then all of a sudden we hear a lot of what I now know is a “Flapping” noise.
But unlike most people who take flight when there is danger, I stood perfectly still when the rest of my group ran down the hallway screaming. Funny when I am really scared, my screams seems to be muffled. Probably because my mouth just does not want to open to let the scream out. Anyways, when I finally figured out the noise it turned out to be a pigeon stuck in the exhaust.
My group did return with a teacher to retrieve me from the dangerous situation they had abandoned me in. But the walk back to the tents was just continuous bouts of laughter.
So going back to the prompt, there was camp fire, tents and half cooked food. And whether it was camping or not I leave it for you to decide.
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