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Question to Bloggers/Friends – What would you say to your teenage self?

Hi Everyone,

I recently found my teenage diary of poems and though nostalgic, it was as though I was reading the world through the glasses of another person…familiar yet different…Regardless to say there were pages of emotions on paper, trying to figure out the future and where it would take me haha…I am certain this was not a singular case of the teenage mind, as I know my friends had gone over the same things and so I thought I would pose the question to my readers here:

What would you say to your teenage self? 

I would love to see your responses in the comment section!

As for myself, Although I do not have everything figured out yet, I would tell my younger self not to worry as much and to continue to chase dreams…and I would thank her for continuing to write 🙂 

poem and image copyright neha 2015

poem and image copyright neha 2015


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20 Things I would tell my 20-Year-Old Self- World is free So are you!

When I was five years old, I used to think “20” was the biggest number that could possibly be…and anyone older than that, was clearly “TOO OLD!”. I remember telling my dad that when I would be “20 and grown up” I would buy all the candies I want, have a car, own a home and be an astronaut. My dad at the time had just smiled and asked if I would have shared some of my candies with him.

Now, it has been a few years since I have crossed that milestone, am not an astronaut, still dream about owning all the candies and have probably become “TOO OLD” for my five-year-old self. Being a little more self-reflective than I was back then, I thought I would make a list of things I would tell my 20-year-old self. I would never change the past, but these are just some things I would share with my younger self…
1.) You’re NOT TOO OLD!
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2.) You DON’T have to figure things out this instant
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3.) Always keep dreaming and believe in yourself.
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4.) That paper you just bombed is not the end of the world. Neither will all the papers in your future that you may struggle with, bring doom to civilization.
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5.) Follow your heart but also listen to your mind. Usually when it is right, they both agree.
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6.) Cherish the moments with family and good friends
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7.) Don’t be too mad at the world. You are stronger than you know.

 

8.) Yes, you will find the person for you. Be happy and enjoy the moment.

9.) You cannot fix everything. Learn to let go sometimes.


10.) Don’t give up on things that matter.
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11.) Be more patient with your parents.

12.) Don’t be too naive and trust blindly.


13.) You do not carry the weight of the world on your shoulder. The world is free and so are you.
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14.) Always be kind and have faith

15.) Learn to stand up for yourself and to stand for what is right. Speak Up when need be.


16.) If you’re feeling awkward and shy with a group of new people, they are probably feeling it too. Take a leap of faith and break the ice.


17.) You will never have it all figured out and there will always be questions. But that is a good thing
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18.) Be healthy and think positive. The sooner you get on this treadmill the better.
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19.) Always keep learning and look for new adventures!
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20.) And…You’re NEVER TOO OLD! 🙂
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** some of these images are taken from google images, and others are mine. This blog post was also posted in my other blog but thought I would share it here too : )


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Blogging and the ‘LIKE’ VALIDATION!

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‘How many ‘likes’ will I get on this post?’

I have caught myself thinking that a number of times since I have actively joined this blogging world. I would probably still be considered a newbie to some, being just a month shy here on wordpress; however, this new notion of validating my writing by the number of likes I get, has made me self reflect on this matter. I will not lie, it is a great motivator, but I think it is time for me to step back and see things for what they are.

There once was a time not too long ago, before social media or blogging when I used to write my thoughts down in a diary, getting immense joy from pouring them on that paper not viewed by anyone but me. There was a time when  pictures were just shown to close friends and family, for the mere joy of sharing the memories with each other. It did not matter about the number of people who saw the pictures but the closeness we felt from it. I am not suggesting that one cannot feel close via a ‘facebook like’. I myself have connected with childhood friends  and that ‘like’ from them means a lot. I digress, coming back to writing… I think for myself, it is a little different than sharing pictures.

Writing has always been an outlet for my thoughts. It helps me unwind after a long battle of emotions, helps me lose myself in music, helps me draw pictures with words that I cherish, helps me hold nature to my heart, and it is often my love songs. It has never been about how much someone else has liked or disliked my work. How then did a ‘like’ on one post and not the other begin to affect me like this?

Now, I would be dishonest if I said I do not appreciate being appreciated. I think most writers will tell you they get high when their readers resonate with their writing and show appreciation; however, it cannot come with a cost of validation of my work. If I were getting paid to do a marketing job, where I had to get consumers liking my post, it would have been different; that one extra ‘like’ would mean by bread and butter. But this, this right here is different, it is simply my thoughts and my muses, my nights and days of emotions on paper, it is the abstract ladders to my thoughts and my concrete heart on the computer screen, and though I will always appreciate and like that ‘like’, my work can never be validated by the number of ‘likes’ I receive.