The Story of Your First

A first is a cherished memory

First car, first trip, first love, first kiss… You can never forget your first, right?

Often, our firsts happen so unexpectedly that we wouldn’t ever have thought of them. 

Tell me one thing. How do you really know that you are prepared for your first? Often, our firsts happen so unexpectedly that we wouldn’t ever have thought of them. After it happens, you feel, ‘Wow! That was my first ….’. But what about the satisfaction you got from your first? You may be satisfied, dissatisfied or may be neutral.

Though you do not have the power to control the level of satisfaction, because it all depends on circumstances, you can surely choose the way you think about it. If you think it’s a good thing, even if it’s a bad thing in the eyes of others, it hardly makes a difference. Let anybody make a face like 😵 this. We’re here to live our lives to the fullest and we’re not gonna let what others think about it, affect us.

A first is a beginning to something wonderful.

Everyday, we are experiencing new things. These experiences will turn into happy ones only when you look at it through your positive glasses. No other way out here. You either think of it as a good one or you live on with hateful memories for the rest of your life. Only make sure you live each day as your first and last.

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2 thoughts on “The Story of Your First

  1. Its damn true…nvr think abt wat ppl say…it will leave u way behind from achieving ur dreams…n living ur life to the fullest☺

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  2. Nice thinking….loved it…well said dat never care about what ppl have to say about u its only if u are satisfied or no….Vaishu an amazing thing…keep it up..😘👌👌

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