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I am OK, life is OK


Relations are never ever easy. At least not as easy as concluding LHS (left hand side) = RHS (right hand side) as in a mathematical equation or chemical equation ???? and declaring “hence proved.” As I write this phrase, I remember a lady. She often declares “hence proved” at situations where she thinks is a game while people are seriously discussing matters of concern or putting forward their opinion. Though I remain silent, earlier I used to get irritated but now I smile within. I have known her better over years and I understand her nature. Probably it comes to her out of force of habit.

In life, unlike mathematical equation or chemical equation, one can work only on his/her side of the equation; the other side has to come from another end, and he/she is helpless about the other end. As we work on our side of the equation there are times when we hop from one compromise to other, sometimes being bitterly disappointed when the knight in shining amour turns out to be the opposite of what was expected and wanted. And we reconcile to the fact that "Life may not be the party we hoped for, but while we are here we might as well dance."


“No matter how hard you try; sometimes you can’t balance life........”
 “The person you love; may not love you as much as you do.”
“This means everything for me; and you don’t get it."

These are the phrases I have often heard from many on a day to day basis. It could be a relation of husband-wife, brother-sister, mother-daughter, father-son, boss-employee. Practically any relation. These moments for sure are part of every body’s life at one point or the other. However, the way with which each deal with them reflects their maturity level.


There are kind of people who blame life (read as others) for being unfair. There are few others who are in a self-pity state. There are yet other kind of people who think high of themselves. At last comes, those set of people who just enjoy life. They find happiness in simple pleasures. They never fall into the prison of rat-race. They never judge people, only situations. Life might give them hundred reasons to cry, but they find their way to give life a thousand reasons to smile. A state where one feels “I am ok and life is ok.” A very desirable state to be in but very tough to reach.





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