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A Good Day!

Sometime ago I wrote an article about having a bad day. So I'd like to share a good day with you people. Cause my definition of good and bad is changing, drastically. Le me show you how.

So on this good day, I again woke up on the wrong side of the bed. My bike got broke down, had to push that 200 kg beast for one and half kilometer, in the super heat of April. Once analysed, the repairs costed one hell lot of money and time as well. I couldn't have my breakfast. Reached office four hours late. Doesn't sound too good ha?

                                     


And here is the explanation of why it was so good. In the beginning, I cursed god and fate and destiny and even the bike's manufacturer, LoL. I mean, nobody wants the start of the week this bad. And then I accepted the things in front of me, That's Phase One. Once I accepted the problem, I started to act in most practical way to reach the solution, Like pushing the bike (No easy solution there, LoL), That's Phase Two.

And guess what, Once you start acting, things start to get better, little by little. Slowly but steadily you reach the final Stage, The Solution. And isn't that the story of each and every problem around us.

And that's when it hit me. The real happiness doesn't come from "Not having Problems", it comes from "Accepting the problems and Solving them". The feel you get once a problem is fixed, is more than just satisfaction, it's mere Happiness. 

And along the way when you have problems, you do get some small doses of happiness, like a guy helping you find mechanic, or a call from your mother to get try some new chocolates(for no reason at all), or not getting caught for wearing casuals on a Formal day in office, or a sweet smile from someone sweet.

Cherish that, And remember to get all the happiness while solving your Problems, Have a good Day!   
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