A Life Well Lived

​Well life is like a rainbow, but we do have  colours of black, white and grey in it.

It is made up of various shades and hues, a blend of various colours, seasons and emotions.

But in the end of every journey taken and every relationship lost, we realize it’s essence.

The roller coaster ride of childhood only becomes memorable , once we reach our late teens, the significance of adolescence is understood , only when we reach our middle age, and finally when we reach our old age, we tend to remember various phases of life , which seem to be so delightful now. We crib our old age and always complain about it, but we forget that, ‘old age is a privilege denied to many’ . ‘A life well lived’, cannot be complete without the inclusion of sunset years.

Life is a series of images, and happy are those, who find humour in every day life.

“The world is comedy to those that think, a tragedy to those that feel”

-Horace Walpole. 

We all living beings are mortal beings, so what is the point being morse,  all will take the same path, whether long or short of it.

Let the white light pass through prism and scatters into a rainbow.

Life must be understood backwards, but it has to be lived forward.

My grand father always believed that , life is a miracle in itself, so live it well.

Well he passed away recently,  at the age of 84. For many this number may be a ripe number.

But for him there was more to look forward to , for spending more, .Age was not a deterrent for him.

Despite of losing his wife and a young son, he looked forward to life, he subtracted the sorrows and added the joys to his family by becoming the caretaker to his remaining family. At 83 when he was diagnosed with brain tumour,  he did not loose hope. Always looked forward for family gatherings and functions.  He lived in the moment,  his zest for life gave us immense support and courage to look forward to meeting him, despite of his failing health.

For me ‘a life well spent’ would be the appreciation of each phase gone by , not by lamenting the times gone by but by happily getting  lost in my nostalgiac world and also looking forward for coming times.

This is what I have learnt from my grandfather,  appreciation of each day as it comes.

Though life can be cruel at times, good to many in bits and pieces,not a cake walk for everyone, but then, at the end of the day , it is only the good memories that count.

Ups and downs are part and parcel of life, so let’s not regret it but try to spend them and gain experience from them. Let’s play our parts well.


All the world’s a stage

And all the men and women merely players;

They have their exits and their entrances;

And one man in his time plays many parts,

His acts being seven ages.”

– William Shakespeare 

I am spending my life well, as I take it as a box of chocolates with dark bitter and sweet chocolates


I cry, laugh, smile, yell, feel sad as well as happy, and so I’m spending my life well.This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda



learn and live :) I like to keep things simple and easy and that is what my writings reflect. A gypsy at heart my six year old keeps me leashed. I'm a blogger @mycityforkids, @womensweb,@yourstoryclub, @unboxedwriters,@polkasocial, @blogadda