How do you measure satisfaction? What makes you you? How is your life defined? I often ask these questions to myself. The best answer is that my life is defined by my choices. Good or bad; they are mine. If I jump from a building tomorrow (with a parachute, of course), it’s because I want to experience bungee jumping.
I do not love definitions. Not only are they limiting, but are unnecessary. I am terrified when I get asked “Tell me about yourself” in interviews. And this is where the problem begins. As a person of the female being, society has conveniently put my existence into 3 categories. First, as someone’s daughter. Second, as someone’s wife. Third, as someone’s mother. This is what rattles my bones the most because society has programmed a woman to think that her life centres around servitude and dependence.
I’m casually skimming through the internet during my do-absolutely-nothing time and what do I see? A hilarious picture captioned “#ThingsJesusNeverSaid”. I looked up the tweet and was amused by the number of funny “things Jesus never said”. Some tweets were amusing and some were worth giving a thought. Here are a few of my favourites.
Would you forgo your current life if you found a better one on the ‘other’ side? That’s the question that Coraline is subjected to initially. When she answers in the negative, things turn sour. Now, she has to outwit the sinister beings posing as her other mother and other father who want her to stay with them forever.
“You’re scared but you still do it anyway, that’s brave.”
Continue to the review
6 months and 2 posts. These are my stats for this year. For someone who loves to write and dreams of writing and jumps with joy whenever she gets a book or a pen as a present and wants to spend her life writing, I have shockingly fallen short of my goals. And the root cause of all this is my laziness.
Ever been in a situation where you have a lot to say but when you try to speak no words escape your lips. Ever felt that the good you try to see in people is a facade put up by them. Ever got hurt so much that you felt crying will make it worse.
First of all, I would like to wish everyone a happy new year. I hope this year we live with tolerance, happiness, peace, and satisfaction. My year has started off on a slow note, nothing great, nothing not-great; just slow. But like everyone I too have made resolutions (or rather, a resolution); and that is – to read more.
When I am daydreaming or hanging around idly, these are a few thoughts that pop into my head.
This is true of every traveller.