Where my Memories lies

Writing has always been a source of pleasure for me. It gives me a sense of pride and an impression of still being attached to my favourite pastime of the the foregone times.

Well, the times have changed and so has the craze. How willing I was to share my thoughts and every random piece of information earlier. Now I am not. Or may be the truth is, I have stopped communicating with myself these days. The shorter versions of facebook updates, tweets have taken over my long and unending descriptions to myself. Now I am more about how I should be, rather than how I am.
On second thoughts, do I regret this? May be not. At least not at this age or the life I am currently having. Change is inevitable. I left home to join college, was I sad. Yes. Did I have an option? No. Similarly, I resisted beginning my job after college. Now I am in a more resilient phase, where I think taking life as it comes, should be the motto. I have tested my patience a lot of times, got fed up, blamed people around. Cursed my circumstances because nothing was going perfect. But then I wondered, it never is, perfect, actually.

So what if I did not have the life I thought I would. So what if I achieved 60 percent of my own expectations? Is that the end of the world? Hell, no!!

Life moves on, so do the people around you. To love someone is easy. Being loved back is difficult. I am yet to tread the latter path. I believe in living the moment even if it is at the cost of someone priceless enough to be not caged in the time frames.
Life is all about learning various lessons. And I am enjoying every lesson learnt. Hop on. I want more to come!!

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