To die a happy Man

Death isn’t knew to me. It’s one of my oldest memories. I watched my grand father as he breathed his final breath. He wasn’t scared. I recognised nothing but acceptance and peace in his face. In that moment, it dawned on me. That’s the goal. To die a happy man. And live with no regrets.

You’ve lived a good life if those who wish you weren’t gone are greater in number than those who want you dead. 

Die in peace, if there are people out there who hold on to the little things you said. 

Today, tomorrow, may be years later. 

You will be gone. Not to a better place. Just gone; without a trace. 

If life is nothing but a story, just make it a good one, right? 

-Sincerely, The Obsessive Writer. 


Family is everything.

I bet you didn’t see that coming! 😀

An entire post about family. What does that make you think? As for me, a title like that? The first thing that would shoot right out of my brain would be an overwhelming amount of sympathy, because my preliminary assumption would be that the person was recovering from some serious set-back through the most popular “family bonding” routine. Well, maybe that is because I personally go to family as a last resort. Never knew why though. Meh, anyway, this is me getting nostalgic looking at old photos of me and my family from back when I was a tiny little lump of joy! 😀

We aren’t the conventional family. Regardless. Like every other kid, my dad is my hero and mom is my favourite woman. It was always that way for me. Although they weren’t very fond of each other, me, I was their little girl. Throughout my childhood I was always that lucky kid with the cool dad. I was my father’s princess and he’d get me the whole world if I asked for it. I know what you think, some of you might think he was spoiling me. To those of you, I have to say, my dad raised me in the best possible way. I was a happy kid because of him and that happiness was the ultimate reason behind my confidence. Even as a kid I was fearless, not easily intimidated and I always believed that I deserved the world. I still believe in all that and that is why I am the overachiever I am today.

My Dad was big on morals. But he wasn’t ever that guy who would ask me to turn the other cheek. Right from kindergarten, he always said, “Give people only what they deserve. That is all you’re required to do” . My dad is a lot of things, impressive things at that. The reason as to why he was my hero was his personality. I always admired him, his attitude. He’s the most influential man I’ve ever met. He can make anything happen, persuade anyone into doing anything.  I get my charms from him! 😀

My Mother was a whole different story. My Dad was smart, my Mom was brainy. The first thing I remember about her is that she always knew everything. She’s that mad scientist type of person. You just go around observing their every activity and that is amusing all by itself. She taught me pride and self-respect. That insane feminist inside of me, that’s all mom! The best thing about her is that she is brutally honest. She is my best critic. There was never any sugar-coating in my life. I always had a good idea about who I was and what I am capable of. All that I have no one but Mom to thank for. Among the two, she was the strict parent. Being the brat I was, I totally needed someone to keep me in line. 😀 She’d just laugh. Ah, that cheerful laugh, each time my mischief got a little out of hands. Being adored by a mother is the greatest feeling in the world.

Mom was always more of a friend to me. With her I always felt equal. I could share anything with her and she’d always value my opinion in things. She’d never write me of as a blabbing kid. She made me love life with her endless stories of how fun life could be. She shared all of life’s philosophies with me and made me want to have my own philosophy, my own ideas and values. She taught me to be open-minded and give new things a chance. That is the reason behind the acceptance for life in me. The way she faced everything in life, without a flinch, it inspired me in ways words cannot explain.

It wasn’t just my parent’s who moulded me. Maybe I didn’t have siblings, but my cousins, they were just as good. In fact I always referred to them as my brother and sister. My big brother showed me how to lose myself and have fun. He influenced me to be the happy person I am and my sister, she simply made me, me. She pushed me to have my own original personality and went through life with me as the greatest sister in the world! My grandpa was my best friend and Grams is the kindest person in the world, who always, very subtly taught me life’s most important lessons.

It doesn’t matter if you’re not from the same honey pot. What matters is that you stick together through thick and thin. Family is what you make it.
– Winnie the Pooh.

Family has doesn’t always have to be blood related. Sometimes, if you’re lucky enough, you meet people who you know will do anything for your happiness. Those people, they’re family too. It’s more about the love and care than the DNA. It isn’t necessary for you to have been with them all your life. In the little while you’ve known them, the experiences, the gut feeling, you just know who is family and who isn’t. I guess, I am just glad to be this lucky to have met them. Loving parents, that’s not very uncommon, but these people, only I have them and I will be insanely proud forever! 😀 🙂

No matter what comes or goes, family is the best thing and it is forever. Family never let’s go. It is always there for you, through thick and thin and it will always believe in you, one hundred percent. Well, I know mine does. I am forever grateful. What about you?

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