NEXT DESTINATION!

Hi passenger. Hope you’ve grabbed a bite and are comfortable as we move forth onto our next destination. Today, we shall be questioning our common notion.

Can I ever be perfect?

This one question is usually rephrased as ‘I want to be perfect/ i wish I were perfect’; but trust me you don’t want so.

Firstly, because perfection is a notion. Nobody is perfect because nothing is perfection; not even an intelligent, blue-eyed, long-haired, slim (most preferably with abs) kinda girl.

Simply because perfection is a mere notion that is marketed to us, to fulfil the seller’s selfish interests. This notion makes us feel inferior and tricks us into buying ‘let’s-become-perfect’ products.

Also, if ‘perfection’ exists, then it is definitely not fashioned of one’s physical features. Because we’d rather stay with a no-so-pretty-faced person than a not-so-pretty-souled-one. So, you: your heart’s compassion, warmth and empathy are what ‘woo’ people and make you beautiful. Beautiful enough to be termed as perfect. And the colour of your eyes, the length of the hair, the size of your waist; they’re mere statistics.

Lastly, being perfect is too much of a burden y’all! Always coming first, winning every match, being strong at all times. Ugh, it’s too much! Aim for happiness. Because when you go to bed; you wanna sleep with a peaceful mind not an exhausted one!

Be free, not perfect.

Since, I’ve mentioned about ‘being strong’ we shall talk a little more about it in the next post!

XOXO

Ps. I Love You (book review)

Hi Holly. How are you? I genuinely hope you’re doing well. Because you made me feel better: about myself, about love and friendship.

Holly, I read with you each letter that Gerry wrote; I cherished his words as much as you did. I travelled with you from Ireland to Lanzarote. I was eager to go job hunting with you, I was terrified when you went to sing karaoke. I felt you Holly; your pain, your fear, your nervousness.

As sorry as I am, that Gerry went; I’m happy that he did. I’m glad that he broke his promises to stay and that he was a traitor. Because, Holly he left us all struck. He restored our faith in true love. He gave us goosebumps and challenged our love stories! He loved like no-one else.

I envy you more than I pity you. Because you found your soulmate. And even if you move on, he is a part of your heart’s puzzle. He is there, watching you fulfil his wishes.

XOXO!

WE’RE IN THE AIR!

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Hi passenger. I hope you’re seated comfortably as we’re diving deeper into the questions addressed previously. Do read the earlier blogs to stay connected.

In my previous blog, I mentioned about how I use luxury goods to fit in and as an escape from my flaws. Today we shall be contemplating about the same. (Also, I’m just questioning my own behavior and way of life here, using simple and relatable questions; so feel free to share your views or suggestions!)

Coming back, I feel like I’ve been using expensive goods to cover my flaws. In a way, I try to divert attention from my flaws to my goods. I also feel like they help me fit in and feel a part of the modern society. Even though I realize that this practice is vague, it does give a mental satisfaction at-least.

People see who I am, not what I have; I understand that. But still, sometimes I feel inferior to them if I don’t have the same luxuries. I feel alienated in a room full of people, is an understatement. These feelings do eat me up! I know I need to change but it’s hard.

I have always admired my dad. A simple man who will buy and wear anything that suits him, irrespective of the price or brand. He would step in a room and woo people by his charismatic expressions. While I’ll keep sitting in my high-class outfit in the corner of the room, questioning myself. Asking as to whether my goods have ‘wooed’ people or covered my flaws (because I know they haven’t).

Henceforth, here I am writing this blog and taking this journey in a hope to learn from my fellow passengers. I hope you’d question my think but also give me a solution, so that I can escape this viscous circle of life. I’m sorry if not each of my blog end on a positive note.

 

LET’S TAKE OFF.

Hi passenger. I hope you’ve fastened your seat-belt, as we take off for an adventurous journey. We shall today unveil an exciting question about CONFIDENCE.

Can luxuries make you rich?

Well, I am one of those people who loves to splurge money on fancy- luxurious goods. From wallet to handbag, sock to shoes and phone; I appreciate anything branded.

A lot of you might think I’m just a Rich, Spoiled Brat. But trust me I’m not! (I assure you that as you read this blog further or my upcoming blogs, you’ll understand me better). So, one might question that why would I be so fascinated with such goodies. Or why would I have the constant urge to spend on them.

The answer is simple; I feel that expensive goods give me confidence. As silly as it sounds, it is true. They give me an escape by overshadowing my flaws. They give me a sense of ‘belonging’. They make me feel wanted, not vulnerable.

They make me rich, not monetarily but spiritually.

This idea raises yet another set of questions.

How feasible is this concept of using luxuries as an escape, or a way to fit in? AND Are they really making you ‘spiritually rich’ or is it a myth?

Let’s bust open these questions in the next ride as we explore deeper into the answer. Make sure to leave a comment!

BUCKLE UP!

Hi passenger! I’m your pilot cum friend from today on-wards, who’s gonna take you to an adventurous ride. Together, you and me are going to explore the most intriguing, scary, relatable and relevant questions of life. From introspecting oneself to questioning the stereotypes, we have a long way to cover. Hence, we’re going to have a fun time but also a turbulent one, facing these realities of life. So, make sure you have your dear ones alongside. Because family makes everything easy, right? Or not? Let’s find out in the next blog!

So, buckle up people.

xoxo