I came across this photo in my holiday folder. It's not really that clear, but the picture features a lone parachuter against a mountainous backdrop. It was one of those random snaps that actually captured this photo, and I never really looked much into it... till now at least. Just put yourself in his shoes, all alone floating downwards. At that very point of time, everything revolves around just him and mother nature. A change of wind can just send him to his grave. But other than that, there aren't really any human factors are there?

He's making himself happy with such a jump, he's doing what he wants to do. He can stare around and confidently say that during that jump everything was about just him and himself. How often do we get to do that in life? Why are our emotions tagged to so many external factors when at the end of the day, it affects just us? It's so easy for someone or an incident to just spoil your day, but it's just as simple for you to make your own day bright.

It took some painful lessons for me to actually realise that I'd rather strive to make myself happy than wait for it to happen to me via someone. It does not necessarily mean that I don't need company or friends around me, but the point I'm putting across here is that I can be happy with just me. You can be of some help, but I don't exactly need you. Introvert? To a certain extent I do agree, but aren't we all the same?

On a bad day, just walk up to the mirror and smile at the person across you. You might just walk away from that figure a happier person, and be blessed with another day of life that ended with a :).

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