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Hey y'all!!!

I am back with another post. Hope you all are enjoying 2024 so far. Now, this is my first blog for this year and I would like to start today's blog with a quote. So, here we go...

“People will forget what you said. People will forget what you did. But they will never forget how you made them feel” — Maya Angelou

I think this is one of my favorite quotes. Because when I look back, I don’t remember what my parents used to tell me when I was a child, but I remember the feeling of being loved. I don’t remember what our arguments were about, but I remember the feeling when my mom would silently walk into the room and give me a hug. I don’t remember much about all the firsts that I’ve had with my friends, but I remember the joy of being in that moment vividly.

"Words, I think, come and go. They can fade away in your memory. But the emotion created in the situation stays with you for a long time."

Throughout our journey in life, we all leave a diverse collection of personal memories with each other. Most times, there’s only a feeble memory of the words that were spoken. There may be a foggy recollection of what was actually done at the time. But one thing we can be assured we’ll remember is the way they made us feel. And they’ll remember the way we made them feel. The imprint that you leave and the impact you have on someone’s life, stays with them until their last breath.

It’s really a two-edged sword. Whether you make people feel inspired and empowered or whether you make them feel discouraged and disheartened, people will remember it. That’s why I think we should be intentional about our emotions.

Whenever I’m having a bad day, there is nothing like a small gesture of kindness to make me feel better. It doesn’t take much either. A smile from the barista or just a small heart-warming conversation with a stranger who missed the same bus I was trying to get on. It’s these simple gestures that cheer me up when it feels like nothing is going my way.

I’ve noticed a lot of my friends are changing in this phase of life. Some are dealing with changes. Even more, are trying to juggle their work life and personal life. Everyone seems to be a little stressed and worried. That’s why I feel like during times like this, it is important to be kind to those around you. We have the power to make a difference to someone who isn’t having the best day. After all, when you’re sad, you’d love to have someone looking out for you. So why not be that someone to others? As time passes and you realize that things are going to change, remember that their impression of you will last their entire life. They will carry how you made them feel during all the time you spent together.

So, if you want to influence someone, make a point to influence someone on the level of their emotions. Don’t just hand a 100 rupee note to a homeless person, look them in the eye and let them feel their humanity. Don’t just say a rehearsed, “I love you” to a partner or a family member, announce it from the depth of your heart. Don’t wish your friends goodbye with awkwardness. Hug them tightly and let them know how much they matter to you.

The point is, we should always remember that “WHAT WE SAY” is less important than “HOW WE SAY IT”. And “WHAT WE DO” is less important than “HOW WE DO IT”. It’s how we say it and how we do it, that will make the biggest impact. And no matter how much time may pass, it’s how we made them feel that they will remember.

It’s not too late to reach out to some of the people in your life and make them feel warm and appreciated.

That's all from my side. Let me know your opinions by commenting, and I'll see you in the next blog. Until then, take care, and be safe.

Bye!!!

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