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What 2021 taught me...

 

While I was a kid, I was taught to make new year resolutions. The whole process was symbolic, a new year meant newer possibilities. This ritual has stayed by me. This year, before I move on to hope from a brand new year, I want to thank 2021 for all the life lessons it had to provide:


1. In days when everything seems lost and dim, work on yourself because you can't disappoint yourself but the world might by not recognizing your effort.


2. Change is the new constant. No matter how much you try, you change and people around us change and that is the only constant.


3. Life eventually leads you to someone (when you least expect) whom you can call your "home". That someone who helps you become comfortable in your own skin, he or she is the one that you unconsciously were always in search for.


4. Acknowledge your mistakes and work on them. Life allows scope for rectification. You can't be late as long as you have today and a brand new tomorrow.


5. Travel to any place and be around people who don't know you. You learn to be confident and the world humbles you.


6. There is no right age for anything. Your age is just right. Do everything new that you feel like.


7. When life hits you hard, don't fall apart. One fine day it surrenders and you come out victorious.


8. Most importantly, be kind. The world needs kindness.


2021 taught me stuff like no other year. I am hopeful that 2022 would be a year of growth, love and happiness. 

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