A life worth living

I have changed .... As I browse through my old album I realise this.No,not just in appearance.The change is within me, in my perception of life.The bygone years have mellowed me and I can smile easily today. I have no complaints , no regrets ,no expectations and great hope that someone above will take care of me . I have begun to believe that whatever happened or is to happen is for the best.
I can laugh today thinking of how grumpy I used to be some years back. I would sulk for the whole day or days together over trifling issues. Issues that seem unimportant today but did not seem so then. If something similar were to happen today I know my response will be very different.

Age or experience ? what is it that has brought about this change in me?

May be the influence of the people around me. I believe everyone you come across in your passage of life, contributes in bettering you as a person.Even a strange lady sitting next to me during a train journey can, with her presence or parley ,touch my life and change my persona in a mild way atleast.

Or may be the couldn't care less attitude that has taken root in my heart which has helped me stop brooding over somebody's sarcastic comments.

Or may be with the broadening of my body, my mind has broadened too ...

It is easier to forgive these days. No grudges and hence no pain.I have learnt to let go and move on.
I believe "nothing is for ever. The tough times, like the happy days, will also pass."
I believe "when I don't get what I want ,God has something better to offer me."
I believe "when He takes away from me something dear to me , He wants my hand to be empty to receive something more precious."
I believe that every day of my life, every person I meet, every mistake I make ,teaches me something new.
I find life is beautiful and every moment worth living ...

"If I had my life to live over, I'd dare to make more mistakes next time. I'd relax; I'd limber up. I would be sillier than I have been this trip. I would take fewer things seriously. I would take more chances. I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers. I would eat more ice cream and less beans. I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I'd have fewer imaginary ones"

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Poor me !

Stuffing the last piece of bread into his mouth my little fellow rushed out of the house. "Wash your mouth before you leave .." I screamed after him . "I'll wash with the water from my water bottle"he shouted back. By the time I reached the door he had disappeared.
The morning chores drove me mad . The younger boy was the first to leave. He had his tuitions at 6am and from there went to his school and came back only after four in the evening.Thankfully ,he had his lunch in the school canteen,so didn't have to pack him any .
More work had to be done after that .Prepare Oats for hubby's breakfast, idli or dosa for the big boy ,chapathi sabji to be packed for the lunch .While hubby called from the bathroom for the towel, my elder son wanted me to iron his uniform. How easy it is for these men ! They only have to call for whatever they wanted and it reached them instantly.
"Amma, my uniform!" , "Ash , my socks", "Hand kerchief", "Purse".... and I kept running from one room to the other , like a chicken with it's head cut off . They were not finished even as I ushered them to the door. I will have to run back atleast twice I know ." Get the car keys" hubs would remember that only after stepping out of the house. And the second call came from my son who had already reached downstairs " Amma , my mobile ..Please " The "please ' added as an afterthought. I had to search for the mobile, then give a missed call to his phone before I could find it amidst all the clutter on his table . As I climb up again ,I pity my poor feet .
Once inside, I sink into the nearest chair , perch my feet on the stool and then I notice my morning tea, waiting to be drunk. Too tired to reheat it or make a fresh cup of tea I sip the old cold one. Poor me!!!