On the road to acceptance

Acceptance...a truly profound word. It can take on many different forms - the acceptance of our shortcomings, our limited abilities and perhaps most importantly, the acceptance of our failings/failures. But it does not infer mediocrity or blind acceptance of ourselves, rather, it is a realisation that we have tried our best and accept that we have limitations. We accept failures as they come, we learn from them and not shy away from the fact that they occurred. Let failures be a reminder to us that growth and progress are intertwined with roadblocks and falling off the horse. It is a process.

Accept ourselves for who we are. Accept our limitations. Accept our failures.

Calling it quits

When do you realise there's not much that can be done anymore? When do you realise that trying does more harm than good?

I've always believed that no one is to be blamed when a relationship fails. Or that both are to be blamed. It always takes two to tango, so how can one party shoulder more or less of the blame? To me, the best approach is not to see what the other didn't do or did little of, but what we could have done better.

But what if we can't see how we could have done any better? What if we've done all we possibly could? Is there even such a thing as doing/giving it all?

When do you finally call it quits? When all hope, joy and happiness run out. Perhaps.

One and Only

March, that's when my last post was. It still amazes me how fast time flies...you get caught up with something or someone else, and in a blink of an eye, 7 months go by. I've not really had the time to be my introspective self, but here I am now, at 6.43 a.m., trying to pen down my first post in 7 damn months.

Work got in the way. I started a new job and once again life turned into the all-too-familiar daily grind. Not that my job is a daily grind, but I guess you catch my drift. Just that the daily routine is back. I'm just lucky I don't have a job that's too rigid.

I really don't have a point to this post, hence the name and the point of having this so-called blog. To ramble away when I feel the need to say something.

I actually woke up with these words in my head, "You've been on my mind", and quickly recalled Adele had an amazing song which starts with the exact words.

The video below is a reminder of that song, One and Only.

  

Being obsessed

Once again, within a blink of an eye and its been two months since my last post. Perhaps I've been too pre-occupied with stock trading. I've been so engrossed with it that I sometimes wonder if its a passion or an obsession. It is a very fine line, once you think about it. Like how confidence can come across as arrogance. It takes very little to cross that line...its important to occasionally take a step back and question why we do what we do. But I say better to be obsessed than to have nothing at all.

Clarity

It was an enlightening day. An incident has allowed me to realise how trapped we all can be in our preoccupations with the past. Guilt, anger, hatred, spite, grudge. These can eat you up from the inside, but it can also spur you on in the most malicious of ways. The kind of negative impetus that we should all shy away from. Enlightening nonetheless...this unsolicited clarity that I've obtained. I shall never want to live this way. Never.