We spend our days clinging to moments, people, places, and outcomes, fearing their loss. But life, in its quiet wisdom, reminds us that everything changes, everything moves, and everything fades. That moment you thought you lost? It was never meant to stay. That opportunity that slipped by? It was part of a tide that’s always shifting. When we understand that everything is transient, we stop grasping and start flowing. We stop mourning the passing and start cherishing the presence. Because the truth is—nothing is truly lost. It simply transformed, made space, or returned to the cycle. "Life teaches us that nothing is truly missed, for everything is fleeting." In that realization, there is freedom. In that freedom, peace.
The title of the blog seems like a B grade bollywood movie, or a perfect example of my bad sense of humor. 16 years have passed since I last blogged, and I dont remember why I stopped. The stories of the 16 years are definitely Oscar nomination grade, bollywood can really make a few hit movies taking chapters out of these years. I just need to think about the actors who will play key roles. I was reminded of my Blog by Div who pinged me and persuaded me to connect again. While I will talk about that in a separate blog, I had lost the link to my blog and she graciously shared it with me. I made a promise to Div that I will try to restart the blog, If only I could remember how to as I don't remember the email id used to create it. So as a Jugad, I created a new Id, and here is the link to all the posts that I had made in the past. Raj's Page (jrajsekhar.blogspot.com)
This morning, while chatting with Sweety about our usual serving of casual existential dread, I blurted out something that made both of us laugh and pause" “ The difference between what we could have done in the past and what we can do now — is our life. ” Sweety said "It sounds oddly deep for a weekday morning". I too thought so especially around breakfast time. But the more I think about it, the more it feels true. It’s not just a poetic punchline; it’s a gentle (and slightly dramatic) reminder that the past is a museum — a nice place to visit, but not where you want to set up your sofa. We all carry around our "Greatest Hits of Regret", be it the job we didn’t take, the message we drafted and never sent, the gym membership we paid for and never used. These “could-have” moments come back to haunt us like old WhatsApp forwards — usually around midnight, just when we’re trying to sleep. But here’s the twist: while we can’t time-travel and fix those moments, we...
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