There is nothing as ' The Perfect Time'.

                                                                        Hey, guys!


How was your Monday? Hopefully no Blues ;)


Now that you all are tucked in well and about to end your hectic Monday, this post is my way of conveying that I would be posting stuff on alternate days from now on. So the next post would grace your screens on Wednesday!



Also, today I experienced something very unpleasant and so thought about sharing it with you all. I experienced the never dying urge of getting things right. You, me and anyone for that matter, we all are in this race of a life to achieve ‘correct things’. And in this race to achieve the best, we forget so many things.

We forget that it might be better if they go wrong, it might be better if we don’t know it all if we don’t always say or do right things.



Maybe this is why we get heartbroken. So that we can learn to love again, so we can learn to love better, learn to differentiate between those who love us for who we are and those who love us for what we can do for them. Maybe this is why we lose people we love. So we can learn to appreciate people instead of taking them for granted, so we can learn to forgive others so we can learn that life is too short and that people don’t always stay as long as we want them to and that sometimes our fears can stop us from taking a chance that could change our lives because we don’t always get a second once.


Maybe this I why we fail. So we can find something we can be great at, so we can stop settling for things that are not meant to be for us, so we can fight for our future and find our potential, find our passion and find what truly makes us happy. Maybe we fail so we can start over and write a new story with a better ending.


Maybe this is why we make mistakes. So we can learn that we’ll never be perfect no matter how hard we try so we can understand that some things will always be out of our hands, out of our control, so we can stop worrying so much about the future or lamenting over the past. So we can understand that we’re born to figure things on our own, till the time we have to hit the grave, and that means making less than perfect decisions and learning things the hard way.


Maybe the wrong things are not so wrong after all? Maybe they’re so right for us but we don’t want to believe it, maybe they’re exactly what we need but not what we ‘want’ and maybe they’re just reminders that better things await us and that some wonderful things can come out of failure and out of pain.


So stop waiting or the ‘right’ moment, the ‘right’ kiss, the ‘right’ man/woman, the ‘right’ dress. Just go for the ‘not so right’ one and see it turning out to be the best! Even better than best. But how would you know? Only my giving it a chance.
Stop trying to make things ‘right’. Imperfection/ flaws make the best of scars (read memories).
Love.


P.s: See you all on Wednesday with my first ‘Pune; the city of Friendship, Love and Deceit’ diary excerpt.

                               HAVE A GOOD NIGHT YOU ALL LOVELY PEOPLE!
                                                                MUCH LOVE