I think I’m finally starting to grow up. No, I’ve not started earning or living alone, but somehow I’ve become used to this thing called life. When bad things happen, I don’t crib so much somehow, and well, the good things, they were supposed to happen anyway. No, I’m not taking things for granted, or even feeling less grateful or happy.
When I’m happy, I just let go, by enjoying the small moments. I don’t count them. And when I’m sad, as I know I will be some days, I’m fine. Of course I knew all days weren’t going to be great, and that helps me to appreciate life in its totality. I accept the bad days because I know that they too will pass
We are lucky, unhappy, troubled or joyous… it’s all just okay. There’s no need to categorise it as good or bad. It’s just called being at peace. Perhaps, it’s called growing up.