An Extreme Tale: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” — Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities
When was the last time that sentence accurately described your life?
It is always the best of the best and a little of the worst or bad that comes into my life. Strange balance of the good and bad, I have experienced. But only one thing could describe the sentence perfectly – the time(s) I had to move from a place to another. As I saw it, and still do, going places helps and not only does it provide you with an exposure to the real world and all the many kinds of people around, but hands you the biggest opportunity of starting afresh, anew and a chance to start all over.
Not everyone is that privileged to get so many chances to establish themselves the way they want and run away from things they always wanted to (not that I needed to run from anything). But I would say for me it was a nice concept as a young kid to get to know so many places and experience different things. And as they say everything comes with a price, the price was leaving friends behind and the worst – not having a constant place to be called home. When you are really-really-young, you tend to not care because all you need are mommy and daddy, but you grow up a little and friendships, home, stability these words mean more than anything and it was a little difficult for me as well – leaving friends, making friends – again and again!! So, those were definitely the best of times and the worst of times.
Anyone who has ever had to leave their life the way they knew it for any reason like job, better opportunities in a far away place, can understand the meaning of best and worst being handed at the same time. Also, I am sure you would agree that the following makes you nostalgic and these were the best and not so best moments in your life too; last day of school, college, office or a lovely vacation.