Good things, Bad things.

In the fall of 2011, My family took a vacation to South India. Until then, I'd only travelled a few places in Nepal so it was safe to say that I was quite excited. And the fact that I was going away from Kathmandu for a total of 22 days only made it better. Don't get me wrong, I love Kathmandu along with all its quirks but we all need a break sometimes.

My Trip to India involved 2-3 days long train journey at a time, visiting stunning beaches and staying in sea view hotel rooms. Sounds amazing, right? And it was amazing...for 5 minutes. After a while, the euphoria was up in smokes. I had my family right beside me at all times but I missed home. I missed my friends. I don't want to sound like a spoiled brat, but the whole sleeping late/waking up early to visit someplace new got old too soon. Halfway through the trip, I just wanted to go home and fall into the unproductive monotony of a typical 15 year old teenager.

But, you see, this is where things get interesting. When I look back on the trip, usually all that comes to me is the zeal of seeing an ocean for the first time, sipping delicious train 'Chai' , along with all the beautiful memories we made during the trip. I can only remember the unsavory moments if I try hard enough. The first time I realized this, It was so weird to me. Why didn't the flip sides of things come to me first?

As I grew up, it kept on happening. Last year, I made a new friend through an unconventional medium. He was a great friend and we got super close in a short span of time. However, only a couple months later our friendship took a sour turn and we had a falling out. I got over it soon enough but ofcourse tears were involved as is always the case. Again, When I look back all I remember is the excitement and bliss. Even the crying immediately after is a happy memory now. Because in a way, I could feel the pain owing to the fact that something fairly nice had come to an end. I don't know if this makes sense to others but it is how it is.

This.

In Life, people tell you to be awry of doing certain things for the fear of bad consequences. But if you ask me, there are no bad consequences in the long term. When you encounter a setback, it may seem like the worst thing in the history of the world but trust me, when you look back you'll be grateful. Every displeasing situation will shape you for the better if you give it some time. People try to run as far away from issues as possible and I do too most of the times. But there is something about going headfirst into sticky situations and dealing with it , that is so satisfying to me.

As a result, for me there are only unpleasant experiences, no unpleasant memories.

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