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!!Self Talk!!

“When it is you who can’t let go of something, never ever let it go.” This sentence stuck with me from the moment I read it and that was way back when I was nine years old. Since then it is a mantra I repeat every now and then to hold on and fight that bit longer and to regain focus on something I was beginning to lose. With all my might I used to go back to the initial point of what started the entire process of this struggle and it never failed me.

Many a time we are willing to give up on a fight, because it is the easiest thing to do. But some struggles in life are really worth fighting, because they define the person you are. And some fights are essential to show the beauty of life. When you want to give up on something, just remember what started all this and if the reason still exists, fight and fight with all your might. There is a chance that you will succeed and even if you don’t, don’t give up. We all struggle through phases of life, struggle to stand tall and strong. Struggle to live up to the convictions, morals and virtues. Struggle to hold the sanity together. Every struggle forces us deeper into the quagmire, but every struggle will also strengthen the resolve. Focusing on the negatives of the situations will not help one succeed in life. A lot of people, sometimes people we love, are hell bent in proving the choices wrong, but since it is you who needs to own up to those choices, the choice is best left to you. Trust your choices, trust your instincts. If your heart craves for it, stick with it. You will be glad you did that.

When every inch of your soul craves for a break away, remember that the hour is the darkest just before the dawn. Sometimes it is easy to get carried away in the choices and self-doubt them. Just close your eyes and fore see the future beyond the struggle. Can you see yourself happy and satisfied? If yes, do not think for a second, just move, move with haste, for it is beckoning you, the vision you had. If it seems like you have no future, still you want to do it because it feels right, go for it, just be ready to face the consequences. Be prepared. Easier said than done, but being prepared can only bring the reality to perspective when the struggle proves futile. Yet, there is a life when one struggles, there is a hunger that craves for success, there is a desire that wants to explode. The multitude of strength that comes when in desperation is incomprehensible and like a spitfire. It is the only when that desperation creeps in that the will to succeed multiplies. So, don’t ever give up, however impossible a target it may be or how silly the dream may be. Not everything has a logical conclusion and everything need not have a reason. A will to hold on and a hope that things will get better is essential for survival.

A circle that life is, success and failures, smiles and frowns, mirth and joy, hope and despair, all go hand in hand. In fact, a success is like a bridge between two struggles. Fear not, for life is not unfair, it just seems so when the days get darker, but the sunshine will surely find its rays and the brightness of the day will bring smiles sooner than you can imagine. So, have faith and move forward.

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