Practice what you preach.
When, oh when will I learn?
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
One double O
It's my 100th post.
That's a big achievement. It's the big century.
My first post was on the 12th of August 2008. This month 'Things and Thoughts' turned two.
This blog has seen so many different moods, so many different sides. I've changed so very much in the last two years. My writing has grown. My style has changed. My thinking has changed.
I was wondering what would go into this post. Considering it's two years and number 100. But honestly, I don't know. I could write about people. I could write more about how things should be or how things are. I could ask more questions, look for more answers. I could rant. I could ponder. I could complain.
But I'm not doing any of those things.
This post is a reminder. Of a journey that started two years back. And it is a marker. Of an achievement. It is a celebration of me. And it also a thank you to those who have bothered to keep up with all that I have written.
This post is a toast. To the future. And to more writing and thinking and not to forget, coffee :D
Here's to me.
Here's to many more.
That's a big achievement. It's the big century.
My first post was on the 12th of August 2008. This month 'Things and Thoughts' turned two.
This blog has seen so many different moods, so many different sides. I've changed so very much in the last two years. My writing has grown. My style has changed. My thinking has changed.
I was wondering what would go into this post. Considering it's two years and number 100. But honestly, I don't know. I could write about people. I could write more about how things should be or how things are. I could ask more questions, look for more answers. I could rant. I could ponder. I could complain.
But I'm not doing any of those things.
This post is a reminder. Of a journey that started two years back. And it is a marker. Of an achievement. It is a celebration of me. And it also a thank you to those who have bothered to keep up with all that I have written.
This post is a toast. To the future. And to more writing and thinking and not to forget, coffee :D
Here's to me.
Here's to many more.
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Regret
Regret is a big word. The dictionary calls it a pain of the mind on account of something done or experienced in the past, with a wish that it had been different; a looking back with dissatisfaction or with longing; grief; sorrow; especially, a mourning on account of the loss of some joy, advantage, or satisfaction.
But we attach more meaning to words. They mean more than just a dictionary definition.
Regret is an all-pervading feeling. It swamps you. You regret things that never were. Things that never should've been. Things that can never be. You regret opportunities lost; people hurt; things said.
But the worst kind of regret is for something that made you happy. A moment that was yours. You wonder how that is possible. Well, it is. you regret a moment that you lived for you, because in the process you opened up a can of worms that should've been left closed. In that moment you let loose emotions that never should've existed. And you broke down walls that should never have weakened. Your moment.
The dictionary defines regret as pain and grief.
Regretting a moment of happiness is the most painful type of regret there is.
But we attach more meaning to words. They mean more than just a dictionary definition.
Regret is an all-pervading feeling. It swamps you. You regret things that never were. Things that never should've been. Things that can never be. You regret opportunities lost; people hurt; things said.
But the worst kind of regret is for something that made you happy. A moment that was yours. You wonder how that is possible. Well, it is. you regret a moment that you lived for you, because in the process you opened up a can of worms that should've been left closed. In that moment you let loose emotions that never should've existed. And you broke down walls that should never have weakened. Your moment.
The dictionary defines regret as pain and grief.
Regretting a moment of happiness is the most painful type of regret there is.
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