Life!

I keep thinking, with so much of problems around me, how I would manage my career? Given that I work for a Software firm, and given that I am career focussed, my job requires my full attention at least during work hours. Of late rather from past few months, I seem too engrossed with other issues rather than work at office. This brings me to another question: Is my work so important than my personal life. Am I running away from problems rather than face them? Shouldn’t I be fixing those problems first and everything would fall in place?

I wish it was that simple. Or maybe it is. I don’t know.

That doesn’t mean I didn’t try. That doesn’t mean I should be filled with grief or anger. Isn’t that a life? Isn’t that LIFE? To know a few things can’t be fixed, but you should still move on accepting that fact.

Times like these determine your strength, make you grow stronger emotionally, teach you in a lot of different ways, makes you meet the other side of life.

We should be thankful to bad times as we are for good times in our life, for it gave us a chance to embrace and appreciate good things in life.

I am still trying to make peace with myself. I hope and wish I can find it soon. But I am thankful to the roller coaster ride, for it makes me who I am. 

Being imperfect

Extract from another blog which I really liked :)

Perfection is a bitch. And severely overrated.

The way to achieve excellence in anything is to focus on the moment-to-moment experience of it, to learn how to find pleasure in the actual learning of the thing — the slow deep attainment of mastery — of true knowing — instead of trying to rush ahead to the final product because of some image in our heads of what it will look like to others and how sexy it will make us.

We want perfection and we want it now.

We don’t want the tedium of repeating things we’re still too uncomfortable with to actually enjoy yet.

So we get caught up in the story going on inside our heads (I’m a loser, this is stupid, I’m no good at it, what’s for dinner, when is this class going to end, that guy with the tattoo is kind of hot, why is she wearing such an unflattering outfit) that disconnects us from the present moment and all the richness of learning, of direct contact with the world outside our heads, the moment always offers.

And when we disconnect, when we stop paying attention, sooner or later we forget why we’re doing what we’re doing in the first place. We get discouraged. We quit.

Thing is, we learn and grow through the very fact, the awkward reality, of imperfection. With each mistake the brain is forced to stop, go over what went wrong, compare it to the model and make the adjustments. The brain must slow down and pay deep attention: thus, it learns. (This is what ‘deliberate practice’ is all about.)

We feel so threatened and shamed by our own imperfection that we banish it to the shadows. As we grow up, we learn to craft our persona according to outside expectations: we keep the elements of ourselves that bring love, attention and pleasure, while disowning those that cause us pain.

Perfection is about being safe, secure and controlled.

Imperfection is about being messy, flawed, and out of control.

If perfection is what is good, and rewarded, then imperfection is bad and invites scorn and punishment.

And yet it’s the willingness to be imperfect that contains the treasure chest of our own creativity.

Thinking Loud...

In this post I would like pen down my thoughts about random things around me!

• I usually hate to click pictures while I am out enjoying, but pictures are what reminds us of all the good times. 

• I wanted to be excited but I am not!

http://www.elyrics.net/read/m/maroon-5-lyrics/payphone-lyrics.html 

Where have the times gone 
Baby its so wrong 
Where are the plans we made for two?

Yeah I, I know its hard to remember
The people we used to be...
It's even harder to picture 
That you're not here next to me.
You say it's too late to make it,
But is it too late to try?
And in our time that you wasted.
All of our bridges burned down.
I've wasted my nights,
You turned out the lights.
Now I'm paralyzed,
Still stuck in that time,
When we called it love,
But even the sun sets in paradise.