Accepting the newness of today

It's new day.

Every day is, isn't it?

So that's good, right?

Every day brings an opportunity to start afresh. What more can you ask for? 

:)

If expectation is the mother of all problems, then acceptance is the mother of all solutions.

It is easier said than done, I know. But do we have an option?

Yes, happiness is a state of mind, and the mind will not enter that state unless you accept the current state of events. 

You have to accept that life has brought you a bagful of issues despite having the audacity of getting a truck-ful of them! You have to accept that all good things are temporary - love, happiness, moments, memories, success, appreciation, people - just like all the bad things. You have to accept your shortcomings, but don't settle down with them. You have to accept the metamorphosis that life is going through each day, every moment. You have to accept to be hopeful again. 

You simply have to accept... that's the first step to survival. 

An incomplete thought

Everything is divided in different patterns.

Patterns of time. Patterns of life. Patterns of nature. 

Our body, mind and soul don ever-changing patterns.

..............

Happiness is a state of mind.
Indeed true.

Listening to Haule Haule.
It's a light and sweet number that puts a smile on your face.

That copywriter chick - 8

So the not-so-new job of mine is taking a toll on my health.

The work is good. I am learning a lot a new things. It is satisfying. Well, at least to an extent.

The people are the problem. There are only negative vibes floating around. Talking ill about everyone you work with is a custom here. Belittling people is a tradition here. They all suffer with superiority complex. People use others for their professional benefit.

It is transforming me into someone I am not. I have lost my mental calm. The positivity and gusto with which I always begin my day have vanished. Smiling requires too many efforts.

If this was not enough, I learned that the experience I will be gaining from here holds very little value in the market.

There are too many things to pull me down. Going to work seems like a punishment.
This is not what I signed up for.
Sometimes I feel I should quit. Most of the times...

I have began to doubt my decision of taking up writing. Was it my passion or an escape?
Everything seems hazy.
I was so confident and happy about this job, my career growth, copywriting, advertising and everything. What happened then?
Suddenly I am not even sure if I want to pursue advertising anymore...

Happy 2015!

Hello, World!

Wishing you a year full of love, peace and compassion.