Some More Rules of Life (6 to 10)


                                                       

Continuing from where I left yesterday, furnished below are some more rules of life. If followed religiously, they have the power to impact our life positively. After all, as I said, it’s only one life that we get to live, so why not make the most of it? Why spend our precious time wallowing in self-pity, anger, hatred, envy and jealousy instead of being positive, happy, contented and relaxed. The key to our happiness is in our pocket (or purse/wallet) and we shouldn’t give it to others. For the moment you hand the key to your happiness to someone else, you become a puppet. And puppets move only when strings are pulled. None of us want to be at the mercy of anyone else to be happy. Circumstances and situations may differ from person to person but it’s how those circumstances and situations are handled that defines the individual and thus his/her happiness.

Rule No. 6

Stop thinking too much about others – Think for Yourself     

If your focus is only others, then happiness will always elude you. I am not saying don’t think of others, do think of them – help and support them whenever you can – but do not do it at the cost of your own peace of mind. Ultimately, it’s your mind. And you only can give it peace. So, think of yourself. It’s perfectly OK to do that. Give yourself time and space, splurge on yourself. Think you are a king or a queen and spoil yourself. There’s nothing to feel guilty about it. It’s your life. Live it king-size (or queen-size).

Rule No. 7   

Don’t complain / nag / grumble

This won’t take you anywhere. Complaining, nagging, grumbling affects no one but you. Your mood gets spoilt. What you are complaining, nagging and grumbling against remains unchanged. But your mind will be stressed and you’ll stop enjoying whatever good is happening around you. Take an example – the kids are creating a ruckus, so you shout at them. For that moment they may stop but will they stop forever – no. They will again do the same thing. So why to spoil their fun? Instead, why don’t you join them and relive your childhood with them?

Rule No. 8

Connect and Re-connect

Reach out to someone with whom you have lost touch over time. An old friend, an acquaintance, a relative, your school teacher, or someone with whom you are not on talking terms. There’s no harm in taking the first step to rebuild a broken relationship. Don’t let ego stop you from doing this. Don’t think what he/she will think. That’s not your lookout. Let them think that you are weak, you have succumbed, or whatever. You can’t change people’s mindset and perceptions. You do what is the correct thing. Not all people will take this negatively. Those who do, leave them. At least you’ve done your bit. But many will appreciate your move. It takes courage to do this and they know this. So, connect today.

Rule No. 9

Appreciate / Compliment       

Be generous with compliments. When you say something good to others, you feel good yourself, and that’s what we want to feel, right. Good about ourselves. So, go ahead and praise your parent, spouse, sibling, child, friend, colleague, and do not forget to appreciate and compliment your own self too. Maybe others might not be that generous with you – so you can do that yourself. Apni life hai boss, so don’t depend on them. Pat your own back when you do something good.

Rule No. 10

Celebrate

Don’t wait for any festival to come to celebrate. Life is a celebration. So, celebrate. Have fun at home. Surprise the parent, spouse, kids or a friend. Surprise your own self. Create opportunities for celebration. Apne haath mein hai sab kuch. Before the birthday, celebrate too. Before the anniversary, celebrate too.

The way you treat life, life will treat you.

-          NZ

26.5.2019

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  1. saiyid zaidi26 May 2019 at 08:08

    Continue like this.It could b then compiled in to a book

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  2. Shakeel26 May 2019 at 08:13

    Good going on and on👍👍

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