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While We're Young...

I turned wise today, sort of, in my own simple definition. You know, the kind of way you never thought you would? Yes, that way!

The kind of way you decide to change a few aspects of self. Those simple things taken for granted. Example,

Life
The very breath of life for example. The air and life inside me that goes a long way to fulfill the desires and ambitions I have always kept at bay.
I decided, well, am gonna just live for the moment. See the sun come and go down. Enjoy the little pleasures of nature.

Health and Fitness
My body my life! My survival! Well, after years of unsuccessful New Year's resolutions, of weight loss, healthy living,  I decided enough was enough. It wasn't about the anorexic women our minds have been made to believe define beauty. It was now a problem between me living and me spending life in hospitals for diseases I could easily control.  A new kind of regime for a healthy fit me. Will share with you the steps.All about feeling good about myself. Hooray!!! I feel 1okgs lighter already...am excited in a silly way


Friends
The other day, I scrolled through my phone for a friend I could catch up with. There were many, but none I could actually talk to. Majority of them we had been separated by years, years of work and parental obligations. Hmm, felt a bit sad.
So I kind of decided to write down a list of friends I made time to separate us. The few people that made life worth smiling and laughing about when we were young.

Family
Appreciate them more. These are the only ones that stick around through thick and thin. Always there to comfort after our bad decisions, the only ones that stick through to the very end. The ones genuine enough for our successes.

And while you're at it, remember, "Regret of the past or anxiety of the future are the thieves of the present", enjoy life right now.

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