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A tint of Philosophy

Okay, so some may see this as Richi: The problem solver or the philosopher or a new adviser cum Guru on the social network. But I'm none. The following are life lessons that I've been subjected to over the two decades of my existence. You may choose to read or not, learn from them or not, but just know that, you needn't jump into fire to realise that it burns.
So, read on! 

1. Any relationship/friendship is similar to a little sapling. It requires more effort when it's young (new) and budding than when it grows into a full tree. Because then, it can take care of itself on its own.
 

2. When things go wrong, they won't turn right on their own. You need to make them happen. If things aren't as good as earlier, you need to initiate and make the move. They were spoiled by your acts, they will be improved by your acts. Nothing happens on its own, not ever. 


3. The hype around life. Why do they have millions of quotes on life? Why do they have to teach you the do's and don't's of life? Life doesn't come with a rule book. So, don't follow what a quote on Pinterest says or if some XYZ's profile picture inspires you for 2 minutes, unless you REALLY want that for yourself. Go out, make mistakes, stumble, get up and most importantly, learn from them. And remember, never make the same mistake twice. 


4. Move on. We all face hardships in life, some because of another person but mostly because of our own self. If one falls in a manhole, they won't spend the next few months wondering if they should or not get out of it. As a reflex, one hurries to step out of deep shit. Same goes for relationships. When one is faced by such a situation in real life, they need to get out of the shitty scenario – not as easy as it may sound – instead of spending ages in the manhole! 



5. Think but don't over think. Thinking is a sign of intelligence. Overthinking is an act of inviting unwanted trouble. It's good for the mind (and heart) to ponder over things, whereas overthinking is caused by and leads to assumptions and misconceptions. See what there is to see, don't see what you cannot even look at. Listen what there is to, don't listen what you can't even hear. 



Have a good life, folks! 

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