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Life seems much more uncomplicated when you look at it from a third person’s perspective. Every problem seems so solvable. Remember the last time you visited your best friend, over a cup of coffee that you made for her and a few wet tissues.

Or more?

Remember how you took out an invisible magic wand from your brand new Gucci bag and made her despairs disappear by just a touch of your brilliant verbal skills and a talent similar to that of an agony aunt that nobody really appreciated or paid for?

{Sometimes I wonder whether she (Agony aunt) was ever involved with a man. Because then she would know that none of her advices really worked in the real world, probably because her column was as much read by the guys (for a good laugh) as much as it was read by the girls for uh.. never mind.}

So lately, the little imperfections that I thought made my life perfect were starting to get to me. Last few days had started to feel like somebody had jinxed them with utmost bad luck and hence the remorse followed. I had been so deeply depressed about so many different things going just in the direction opposite to what I had planned. Considering this was not happening for the first time, I decided to let the phase pass. I guess it is true that when you think about something so much it sends out a message into the cosmic world. And that is from where I believe my jinxer heard me.

So, the phase never passed and life started to get frustrating. It still is, trust me. MBa is not an easy task. With all the competition and the relative grading, it is but natural for you to feel like a complete loser amidst a group of the supposed know-it-alls .

Just to avoid this feeling I put my thoughts to sleep early along with the rest of me. So, today, like many other days I woke up waiting for a better day ahead. Frankly nothing about the morning felt great or even good enough. Even looking outside the window at the green brought back nothing. (Talk about beautiful nature refreshing your mind, guess mine is on a standby. So, nothing affects it.) The greens were tempting so I decided to take my ass outside for a walk. I did feel better but little did I know that I was in for a revelation!

During breakfast, I met a friend with whom I had a conversation pending. Amidst all the yapping and fervent topic switching, in him I realized a potential for agony aunt. The fact that he was male by gender did not make him any less competitive. While most agony aunts “solve” all our problems with just a snap of fingers, he happened to make my problem sound easy with less than an effort required to snap the fingers. I could see a whole different league of agony aunts dwelling in him; the ones who did not advice but helped you see the problem from a different perspective altogether. He, whose life seemed so perfectly sorted out in all fronts, was struggling with compromises in other facets of life.

Remember how people say nobody’s life is perfect? Well, it’s true. We as humans are either generalists or specialists in the different fields of our life- family, love, marriage, career, friends etc. The specialists gain success in only one field of their life. He might not be the best at that field either but nothing beats the satisfaction of the taste of your own success. A generalist is just about good at all facets of life. Mediocre as you might call it. It’s a tough call deciding to be either of them.

Would you be okay with a successful career and nobody to share it with? Or would you be okay with having somebody to share your ordinary life with? Difficult decision to make.

Just like how nobody can tell whether the pain of delivering a baby is more than getting hit hard in your balls because nobody gets to experience both, nobody gets to decide whether being a specialist is better than being a generalist. You might be able to decide on one of them but what you choose would only be a reflection of what you are living right now. The truth is that neither of these options would give you what you want because getting it all is not an option. But how does it matter, we don’t get the option to choose do we?

As far as my problem is concerned , it puts me in one of the above categories. The depression has subsided knowing that other category might not be what I want either or not want at all. After all sometimes not getting what you want the most, is a wonderful stroke of luck.

Ever watched butterfly effect? Watch it. Awesome movie!

And oh! Have an awesome day ahead!