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| Big time pep this! |
On days that I feel low, I often tend to
curse my luck, even though I know very well that believing in luck is being
really naive. Where I stand in my life today is all thanks to the choices I
have made till date.
So I
cannot disregard all the choices I made, absolve myself of all responsibilities
and blame Ms Luck.
I am fully aware of the possibilities that
are open to me. I know, by believing in luck, I only disempower myself immensely.
Sitting on my comfy couch and waiting for
Lady Luck to shine on me or perhaps waiting for a fairy to appear with a magic
wand is probably the silliest of fantasies I indulge in.
So, I am rambling just now to administer
myself a dose of self pep on this working day, when tooth troubles are
troubling people less, thanks to the festive season. Wise old owl that I am,
all I want to do just now is get out of the thought process that makes me want
to think in lines of “I wish I had done that when I was younger and the
opportunities were there...”
Who am I kidding? I may be on the wrong side
of the forties, and my hormones may be playing dirty tricks with my mind and
body, but I am still not doing enough. It’s not like opportunity is a once in a
lifetime lucky lottery that swings by .Opportunities come my way every single
day, doors open all the time. I just choose not to walk through them so many
times and then take the easy way out of blaming my luck.
I am aware that I have been given everything
and promised nothing. So I have to stop taking things for granted and just get
my act right. I accept that I am not really in control of this journey of life.
I don't know how much time I have. But it’s my choice to believe, work towards
and eventually achieve my dream/goal.
It’s my choice to sacrifice some
things-tangible or intangible, to achieve what is more important for me. It’s
my choice to stretch my comfort zone and know that I have to do a little bit
extra everyday even if it makes me trifle uncomfortable. Because, I see no
other way to grow or move forward really.
It’s my choice to live with passion-the
secret ingredient that keeps playing hide and seek with me. Living with passion
would mean throwing my heart and soul into everything I do and living in total gratitude
for all that comes my way. Luck definitely figures nowhere in the scheme of
things.
Yes, I need reassurance about the resilience
of the human spirit as much as everyone else. I believe in certain things and
see things from a certain perspective because it suits me to do so.
Sometimes, I cry while running errands, or
when I am being driven from one place to another by my driver (the sunglasses
are a boon!), sometimes I cry in the bathroom at work. I hold back tears and
get overtly emotional so very often. But I know I am brave like a warrior. I hit all time lows and then I bounce right back to rebuild
joy for myself and my dear ones. So, I’m strong yes.
Being emotional and sensitive has given me
the opportunity to cultivate my other characteristics.
Even when I feel broken and desolate, I
choose not to be bitter, angry or resentful. I choose to be brave, smile and
move forward. If you take away my sensitive side, maybe you will take away the
very essence of me, my conscience, my ability to empathise, my deep
appreciation of the little things and keen awareness of others pain.....!!
So, it’s solely my choice how I engage life.
And I hold no one responsible for the choices I make.
I choose to harness my humility, sensitivity
and gratitude.
These are my “strongs”.
The Psychia is pepped enough for now. Bring
it on life ;)))
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| What always works! |
