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Life's philosophy

The husband is a practical man. While I might wax eloquent about this and that and still struggle to keep my emotions in check, the man says very little but is a rock of Gibraltar, come adversities. Little things make me upset. Plans that go hay-wire can make me a miserable being. I hate to be proven wrong and left feeling inept and inadequate. The man on the other hand has no qualms accepting what life has to offer him. He is ambitious but at the same time content with the state of affairs.

A song that he mentioned to me as a way of his philosophy during our early days of marriage when I was upset over something.

 Whatever has to happen, will happen. Why fret?...


  1. It takes a lot to accept ourselves just the way we are right, why fret, just accept it whoever we are!

    1. But it is so difficult to do just that, ME!

  2. Have you heard other Kannadasan songs? They are just as good. He has one for every situation in life. He is a genius.

    And I guess your husband and mine must have been long-lost-siblings. Also, I hear you, sistah! :D :D

    1. I might not know them off hand..but yes I have heard..

      we are sisters and they are brothers, is it? :-)))

  3. Echos ME's thoughts...

    having said that...I am so you and RD is so your hubby :)

    1. hahaha...looks like all the husbands are wired alike..
      and welcome to the sister clan, RM! :-)))

  4. So true!!! Difficult to put into practice, isn't it? :)

    1. very difficult, I say! ...such philosophies sound great as songs wonly..well, at least for me ;-)

  5. hmmmm... in our case its like when I crumble, he is the ROG, and vv. so I guess we even out! :)


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