It goes on...

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Hi Friends!!! This is Ishaan and I am back with another post. Hope you all are doing well. It's been quite some time since my last post, but anyway, today's post is about the different things we come across in life. Now, there will be ups and downs in life. You will face hardships and there will also be times when you will feel that everything is awesome. But, one basic thing about life is that it goes on.

People will come into our lives and you never know for how long. Sometimes they leave at the end of the movie and sometimes they leave right in the middle. It's confusing, messed up, and painful. But, I want you all to look at pain as this thing, this tangible thing. Let's say pain is a box, when you take the box and open it up, it's all the memories and the love and all the good times you had with them. It may be dark and grey on the outside, but the inside is beautiful because it is a reminder that they were real.

Remember that people come and go, and of all the people in your life, you are the one who is there to stay. You are the one who can choose to love yourself, choose to respect yourself, and promise with all your heart and soul that you will never leave yourself. At times, it may feel hard but, I know that you got this. 

You will lose people in life. But, remember that if someone comes into your life and has a positive impact on you, but for some reason, they can't stay, don't be sad for too long. Be thankful that your paths crossed and that they somehow made you happy, even if it was just for a short while. Things end. People change, and you know what? Life goes on.

Some people come back, some don't, and that's okay. If you lost someone/something, it's because you're meant to find someone/something better. Trust, let go, and make room for what's coming. Moreover, just because one person leaves, doesn't mean you should forget about everyone else who's still standing by your side. Continue to appreciate what you have, and enjoy the good memories.

They say the most painful goodbyes are the ones that are left unsaid and unexplained. And the most painful journey is when you go from strangers to best friends and then you go back to being strangers. I have been through it and even today at times when I think of those people, I ask myself "How strange is it, that after all that, we are strangers again?" But, it doesn't matter because some people come into your life, not to stay, but to improve you. So, embrace those people and the improvements that they helped you make in yourself because what we have once enjoyed, we can never lose. All that we love deeply becomes a part of us.

No matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on and it will be better tomorrow. So, try to enjoy all the little things in life and be thankful for all that you had in the past because, in the end, this is all that really matters.

This is all I had for today. 

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I will see you in the next blog until then Be safe, Be happy, Be bright, and Be you. 

Byee!!!

Check out the previous posts:

Bloom For Yourself

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/04/lets-talk-bloom-for-yourself.html

All The Difference

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/04/lets-talk-all-difference.html

Human Nature

https://they-call-me-elf-ears.blogspot.com/2023/03/lets-talk-human-nature.html

 

Comments

  1. Neeti Raj SharmaApril 18, 2023 at 7:34 AM

    It was a good read. Precisely strangers become besties, but besties can never become strangers, and if so, they were never besties.

    In friendship, be a priority and not an option.

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