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From the day we are born we are in a race. A pursuit to happiness, to do everything in this world that can result into joy, name, fame, wealth and success.  We begin with learning. We learn how to walk, talk, understand, comprehend, analyze, decide and do. We understand the relationships around us, we begin to love some, hate some and maybe love & hate a few too. We dream of beautiful tomorrows, we plan and we envisage. 

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As a child the world seems full of possibilities. Everything and anything seems do-able at that moment as the enthusiasm to conquer the world is what runs in our veins. Gradually we grow up and become teenagers with hormones running wild all over. We fall in love, get our heart broken or worse break someone else’s heart. Yet we continue moving further on this journey. 

Somewhere when we are midway we suddenly realize all that we planned till now, dreamt or saw as the way ahead is nowhere near to what is happening right now. The dreams we saw become mirages all of a sudden and the love that seemed like the strength on which we were striding ahead has been reduced to a mere feeling of nothingness. Things we always were sure of begin to feel unsure and things which we never thought of surface to remind us of their existence. And that is the time to let it all go, to stop planning and begin to go with the flow. 

To stop chasing things which seem materialistic and begin chasing the dreams we saw as a child full of innocence.  In this process we will fall in and out of love, break hearts, get ours broken, have some dreams shattered, dream some new ones…. just pick up all that remains after all of that and move on. Travel, meet new people, see new places, click more pictures, learn things you never knew before, write, read, groove to music which makes your heart go umm for now it is time to create memories and let things be the way they are…. Que Sera Sera 

"Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?" — Audrey Niffenegger (The Time Traveler's Wife)

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