Lessons I learned from life

At fifty five I consider myself eligible enough to talk about the lessons I learned from life. Some I learned the hard way, some learned by observation. Well, here they are:

1. Respect yourself.

If you don't, no one is going to respect you. If you don't get respect, take responsibility for that. Because, the only person you can change is yourself. It's your responsibility to keep away from disrespectful situations or relationships.

2. Relationships are mutual affairs.

Relationships are mutual and it is not just your responsibility to maintain them, they just don't work one way. Do your bit sincerely, but do set limits.

3. You are not perfect

You might think yourself as a lovable person, but that is just your perspective. Perspectives differ and there may be people who simply can't stand you. Accept it. It is always better to keep a distance from such people for mutual benefit.

4. Don't harbour hatred

Hatred is an illness. It will ruin you. It's okay to be angry with someone. But move on. If possible, don't think about them. There is enough space in the world for you and for them. Life is too short and there are plenty to do.

5.Learn to forgive

Forgiveness is the panacea to move on. Learn the art of forgiveness and forgive lavishly. Forgive others and most importantly forgive yourself. Forgive yourself for all the stupid things you did in the past. Well, you were just learning then.

6. Enjoy life with a pinch of humour

Humour is something that transforms everything into a lighter shade. The cocktail of life is delicious with a pinch of humour.

7. Squeeze out some personal time

However busy you are squeeze out some time for yourself and don't be guilty for that. However hard you try you can't please everyone , but you can definitely please yourself. Find some time for silly hobbies and passion. That would definitely add colour to the otherwise dull life.

8. Stay healthy

At fifty five, I realise the most important thing is to stay healthy. It affects everything. Moods, movements, independence, you name it. Try to do whatever it takes to stay healthy, however lazy you are..

Past fifty, you realise that you have started the downhill journey, and suddenly feel you know a lot about life. This is an outcome of such a feeling and completely my perspective.

Preetha Raj

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