Candid Letter to self.

We just did our Advanced Meditation Program, my first one after a long futile denial. One of the instructors advised us to write a letter for self-correction limited to five mistakes. It was a great idea so I did it, I have been sincere with my homework anyway.

"Dear Kamlesh,

How are you? Hope you are doing good. In this letter, I would like to outline 5 pieces of advice that you need to improve your life.

First of all, you need to give up your short temper. In anger, you lose your rationale and the situation is not optimally harnessed.

Second, you need to stop doing things/jobs that you are not really interested in. As a child, if you are not interested in anything, it is best not to pursue it. You can be a good student, but not a good athlete. You can be a good scientist, but not a good musician. You can be a great doctor, but not a great lawyer.

Third, you should not be too honest. Make sure not to set a marker for your message. You need to allow the other person to decide whether or not to respond. In conclusion, most of the time it is more respectful to not tell someone something that you would like them to do or not to do because the other person might not want to do it. Furthermore, it is also more polite to let the other person do it on their own without dictating.

Fourth you need to slow down a bit. Impulsiveness and haste exhaust you. Slow down. Be patient. Consider the time factor. When your mind is moving at a rapid pace, you lose track of time. So pause to remind yourself of your long-term goals. Take some time to develop a strategy. You will be more likely to achieve your goals if you have something on the horizon that can guide your actions.

Fifth, you should understand that every now and then, you will face a crisis. In this crisis, you should not attempt to solve it all by yourself. This will just end in frustration and dissatisfaction. Let the problem accumulate. When you are not sure about what to do, ask for help from people around you.

Kamlesh, this is the secret of a happy life. Hope you will not disappoint yourself and others in the future.

Sincerely Yours,

Kamlesh Kumar"

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