Life feels livable.

I am on a bus right now—I attended a therapy session this evening and am on my way back to my PG. I have my earbuds on (of course), and I'm listening to all the evergreen Tamil melodies, and life just feels... very much livable (iykyk). I don't want this bus journey to end. I just want to keep looking out of the window. I don't want my earbuds to run out of charge. I want to hold on to this feeling—a sense of hope that lit me up.

Picture this: I am on a government town bus, in a window seat, looking out through the window at the world, which seems to be very busy—a lot of hustling and bustling. I have already crossed at least a thousand people, and just like me, having a day—with my own little memories that made up my day—everybody I saw and didn’t see had one as well.

Isn’t it very thought-provoking how every single being on the planet had a different version of this same day? The same 24 hours, but very, very different. Someone could have had their first date ever, someone could have read a book for the first time, a new kid born into a family, or a mournful death. You literally cannot list down all the ways one could have had his/her day, and yet all these versions would have been experienced by at least one of the many, many people on this planet.

I smiled—the world is so vast and wide. A well-known fact, but it’s so much wider than what we imagine it to be. So many things are happening around us simultaneously—laughter and sobs go hand in hand; so do joy and sorrow; love and hate; generosity and greed; success and failure. It’s literally impossible to experience one of these without someone else experiencing the other. While tossing a coin, one party gets what they want and the other doesn’t. That is always the case. But the mere realisation that these are so out of our hands (even when at times it appears to be something we can control, it’s not) can set us free.

This is just an extension of what my therapist and I discussed today in our session.

Oh, on that note, please don’t hesitate to go to therapy—it’s wonderful. When you get the right therapist, things just click, and you see yourself getting better and better. There is no going back after that, because you really start liking this version of you, which is the best version of yourself so far. From there, you can only move forward.

I take CAT classes, and we have something called conclusion and inference in Critical Thinking. I need you to know that whatever you take away from my blogs is supposedly your inference, because I'm concluding nothing here. This platform is just a space for me to articulate my thoughts.