Skip to main content

Attitude is everything

Attitude is everything.
In a small town nestled between the hills and the sea, there was a curious little café. I used to frequent this place, where the coffee was strong and the conversations even stronger. It was here that I first met the old man with the peculiar hat, and it was from him that I learned a lesson that would stay with me forever.

The old man was an enigma, never speaking much but always observing with his penetrating eyes. His hat, a battered fedora, seemed to have a life of its own. I couldn't help but wonder what secrets lay beneath its brim.

One day, as the rain fell gently outside, the old man finally broke his silence. He stared out the window, his voice barely audible above the patter of raindrops. "You know, there's a lesson I learned long ago," he began. "Life has no market for your emotions, so never advertise your feelings. Instead, just show your attitude."

I looked at him, puzzled. "What do you mean?" I asked.

He leaned back in his chair, the fedora casting a shadow over his eyes. "You see, emotions are like water in the palm of your hand. The more you try to hold onto them, the more they slip through your fingers. People don't care for emotions, for they have their own to worry about. But attitude… now that's something they can see, something that can shape the world around you."

As the years went by, I began to understand the wisdom in the old man's words. I learned to wear my attitude like armor, shielding my emotions from the world. I discovered that people were drawn to those who displayed a certain aura, a certain confidence that could only be achieved by mastering one's attitude.

And so, in that little café where the coffee was strong and the conversations even stronger, I learned the greatest lesson of my life. I realized that in this strange world, full of endless mysteries and unpredictable turns, the only thing I could truly control was my attitude. And in the end, that was enough.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Indian Air Force Rescue operation in Sudan

In the depth of night, when shadows played tricks with the mind, an Indian Air Force C-130J heavy-lift aircraft cut through the darkness above Wadi Sayyidna airstrip, a lonely speck of civilization about 40 kilometers north of the beleaguered Sudanese capital, Khartoum. The IAF's mission was to rescue 121 souls, each carrying a story of their own—a pregnant woman, people who had lost their way to Port Sudan, and others whose lives had become entangled in the chaos of a country in turmoil. April 27 bled into April 28, the fabric of time fraying at the edges. The airstrip, itself a testament to the isolation and desolation of the place, offered no navigational aid or fuel, and the darkness was so complete that the landing lights normally found on such airstrips were rendered useless. The IAF crew, however, found solace in the poetry of their electro-optical and infrared sensors, which whispered secrets of the runway's emptiness and the absence of hidden threats. And i

Magnet of Optimism

Magnet of Optimism In a small, tranquil village nestled in the heart of the mountains, there lived a humble old man named Tetsuo. Tetsuo was known throughout the village for his optimism, a quality that seemed to radiate from him like the sun's rays on a cloudless day. The villagers often marveled at how even the darkest of clouds seemed to part whenever Tetsuo passed by, and the birds would break into the most melodious of songs. Tetsuo's home was a quaint wooden structure adorned with simple yet elegant furnishings. A tiny garden, meticulously tended to by Tetsuo himself, was filled with an assortment of flowers that bloomed in a riot of colors, no matter the season. Here, in this peaceful sanctuary, Tetsuo spent his days in quiet contemplation, immersed in the teachings of Zen. One day, a young traveler named Hiro arrived in the village, drawn by tales of Tetsuo's remarkable optimism. He had spent many years wandering the land, searching for the secret to hap

Within the Gaze: An Exploration of the Inner Eye

Within the Gaze: An Exploration of the Inner Eye In the tranquil solitude of a mindfulness garden (at Thekke Gramam near Anikkode with his disciples. A hermitage the "Ramananda ashrama" and a Brahmin residence agraharam, at a site now known as the Chittoor Gurumadhom) , a great scholar and guru of the Malayalam language, Thunchaththu Ramanujan Ezhuthachan, pondered the mysteries of existence. He composed a poem called "Hari Nama Kirthanam," which captured the essence of his introspection. Beneath the sun's ethereal embrace, he wrote: അർക്കാനലാദി വെളിവൊക്കെ ഗ്രഹിക്കുമൊരു കണ്ണിന്നു കണ്ണു മനമാകുന്ന കണ്ണതിനു കണ്ണായിരുന്ന പൊരുൾ താനെന്നുറയ്ക്കുമളവാനന്ദമെന്തു! ഹരിനാരായണായ നമഃ Which means... The warm rays dance across our world, Illuminating the hidden corners of the soul. An eye within an eye, a dream within a dream, We perceive, yet our vision extends beyond the seen. In the shadow of the mind, a deeper truth resides, An omnipresent force, the unyielding