And that was perfect. the time i found finally to write a letter of gratitude. Maybe the nuance of maturity—if I can call myself mature—is not feeling the need to make mountains out of molehills, as it were. In a world of unsolicited advice, clickbait and listicles, herein lies a meaningfully meaningless summary.

#im_21_and_independent.

There is no de-prioritizing the simple things from now on. Ain’t nobody got time for that. Literally. This probably sounds ridiculous to the wiser among you, but year after year, the time just seems to fall away. I find it more and more difficult to keep moments close, there are just too many. Too much has happened. Too much will continue to happen, which just makes living in the present that much more important. Good willing, there will be a tomorrow and a next day and a next. There is no guaranteeing yesterday’s milestones will matter in the grand scheme of things, even if I do manage to remember them. But the present is an opportunity, and it is free for the taking. It’s right there, and I have to do a better job of appreciating (and paying attention to) exactly what I have in front of me.

Everything is complicated. I love what I do, but that email just made me wonder why I stick with it. I’m tired, but I want time to myself after work instead of an early bedtime. I’m busy, but shh! Don’t say that, it makes you a terrible person. There’s too much time wasted talking in circles, but my free time is guilt-ridden. I’m excited for the next big project, but weighed down by what it will take to get it done. I love Maldives, but that damn shop timings is a crime against humanity. I’m eating clean this week, but I need “moms Friday special so badly”, like, right now. I want to do it all. I also want to do absolutely nothing. And yes, of course I realize just how incredibly, painfully normal all of this is. Perfectionism is a slow death….If everything were to turn out just as I would want it, just as I would plan, I would never experience anything new. My life would be an endless repetition of stale successes. When I make a mistake I experience something unexpected.

Courage is the most important of all the virtues because without courage, you can’t practice any other virtue consistently. Best living example for me is HER who never gave up, on me or on the world that’s been fueling the breakout of her life. And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about. And she taught me its okay to walk into a storm and everything will be alright. And yes she would give birth to me again and im her daughter.

Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere. We can’t always understand them, but we have to trust in them. I know you want to question everything, but sometimes it pays to just have a little faith.She was the first person to think I was funny. She would stop crying only when I hid behind the couch and popped out yelling “booo” To this day, no one can get under my skin like you do. just as being in sync seems to return balance to the universe. I can’t imagine sharing the same parents with anyone else and I count my lucky stars whenever they do something amazing or embarrassing or weird or nurturing or terrible and I have you to talk to about it. What can I say? Other than something older-sisterly, like, you’re more important to the people in your life than you realize, You are my tiny dancer; you are my mini-me; you are the greatest gift somebody could ever ask or pray for.and that one day we’ll be the weirdest old ladies on the block, listening to a mix of 16 year age gap pop songs and laughing as we realize we made it! As sisters whom the world was waiting to run over with sarcasm. Yet they failed.

There is a definitive moment in a person’s life where they become acutely aware of the fact that they found their soul mate. I’m not talking about the person they’ll spend the rest of their days waking up to each morning. I’m talking about the awkward person you didn’t like that forced themselves on you on( some day i dont remember but i wish it was earlier than ever) that changed your life forever. So, to that awkward person, my best friend.I hope we grow old still best friends and be the coolest grandmas our generation would ever have. And no you are not allowed to Not be best friends ever.

And yet we move to cherish one more year with all the craziness in the world around me. Though nobody can go back and make a new beginning… Anyone can start over and make a new ending.

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