“Travel, home, briyani, bike, gym, movies, sleep”, these words commonly summed up my life until a month back when with the screeching tyres of the Boing flight landed in Calgary hiding the screens of Chennai life and making an grandeur hopes of Canadian life nestle in me. My months of inactiveness writing a blog was promptly spent in establishing my home and getting myself a diet of the local systems and customs.
The first thoughts of excitement was soon hijacked by the fabled bitter chillness that crept through the warmest of my clothes and tried to breach my fort of confidence. Having come from a tropical country, Calgarian weather was an experience different altogether, the hoodies which I had used as a fashion statement back home soon found its genuine purpose. Well let me wrap the weather narration and get back to my cup of emotions intended to pour out.
The honeymoon days of excitement, meeting new people, soon took the centre stage and a breeze of friendship swept everyone’s heart until when “The culture shock”, a term which was emphasised all along my orientation began to take its toll. By the way it wasn’t the native way of life that shocked me but rather the attitude swings of those fellow newly immigrated souls which was surprising. The bridges of desired friendships never stood the tide of time. “New people, new life, new priorities”, a phrase that cannot describes best when people’s priorities change over time. The mood swings became frequent, home sickness testing me despite the strong communication. I could sense negativity and sadness slowly creeping in and managing human relationships became tougher than bracing the winter. But if winter comes, can summer be far behind?
I soon experienced the rays of positivity when I cut the cord of expectations and rather embraced acceptance. And then the adrenaline of happiness just kicks in….You realise what’s important and what isn’t, You remember all the tough times you were in and when you had lost all hopes that they’d recover, and then you smile J. You smile because the mountains of trouble that was once threatening is now nothing but a pile of dust in the wind. All the while I had been ignoring the lessons of happiness which I have been prophesying myself through this blog. You realise that life is too short to worry about stupid things, things that don’t deserve attention. Things may look alarming but there is always hope, all you got to do is not succumb to pressure. As the 13th century poet Rumi puts it,
“Yesterday I was clever, so I wanted to change the world.
Today I’m wise, so I am changing myself”
It all begins in your mind, what you think you create. Happiness begins with you.