I’ve always been amused by the tailor’s shop. The tailor measures you, from head to toe, marks lengths on the piece of fabric, cuts them to tatters and sews then all together into something wonderful. He creates for you, the perfect ensemble. He makes you look presentable that way. And weird as I am, I derived similarities between life and the creations of the tailor.

We all start from that nascent stage, from where we were nothing at all. You could call yourself a simple piece of fabric back then. Crude, shapeless, waiting to be transformed into something wonderful. Then comes along the tailor, experiences, in our case. They happen, leaving an impression on you, both good and bad. They prepare you for worser ones to come, give you good ones too. Time passes, the kind of situations you’re subjected to change. Experiences now don’t just leave a mark. Devastating ones happen, which rip you out, leaving you ragged, shaken. Good ones happen too, they cut you out beautifully, shape you delicately into something new. This continues forever -This leaving a mark, cutting you out, ripping through you….. sometimes you know it, other times you don’t. What comes of it in the end is just a reflection of what your life has been, ever since that day you were nothing but a plain fabric to today.

You are elegant and sophisticated, learning from all those experiences that ripped you apart and letting only the good times shape you into this person that you are, the perfect ensemble. Or you are those little pieces of the fabric, tattered and seemingly unimportant, the low times of life holding precedence over those good ones that should’ve. Is it, then , that we have no control over what we are to become, that circumstances in our life hold the key to shaping our being? Yes. But what actually matters, is how much we let these experiences affect us, and how. Extract the good from something bad and you’re gold. Try finding something wrong with the good, and tatters you’ll be. How little things help us draw conclusions and teach us life lessons just like that is amazing, isn’t it?

Weird are these derivations, but they really help you sort life. Weird, I tell you……


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