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An insight in the middle of a hot summer!

How can one honestly devoid themselves of any emotion when one spends close to half a day in the office and probably only return to the house for a nap?
Despite your best effort to smile, all you want to do is rip someone’s head off when that someone is a constant reminder of a failure in a part of your life. The situations when the stab is painful and deep, how can you be professional, if it means that you need to close your eyes to the very revolt your conscience hurls at you? Wonder what professionalism would be when your heart and mind are imbalanced! If professionalism is an overrated concept, then ethics are the most underrated concept. Just because we take a penny home for every working hour (honestly, how many hours of the working day are accounted as professional work?), should the ethics one upholds as a person be thrown out of a window? Or are there separate set of ethics that are to be remembered in a corporate environment?

And more importantly, what is in your heart is the one that translates into your work and if your heart is crying out loud to shut yourself up how can mind focus and show the output? The advise to hang the worries to the gate outside the office and be fresh to start anew can go for a toss. Personally, life treats and tests you in ways that are least expected and every time you pray for being emotionally strong, you are thrown a challenge that is emotionally challenging and personally distressing. Valuing the experiences of the past, yet nothing can match the trauma of a new problem, right? Life teaches a lesson every day. With its fangs as long as a giant serpent, it lashes out its venom that takes a superior effort to soothe over. And most of all, the will to forgive oneself, that is the most difficult of all to find. The will to look at yourself in the mirror and state that the miracle of time is its immense ability to give you a chance to forget itself takes courage beyond words. And most importantly, if the hurt keeps digging you in, how can you find the philosophy and attitude to look into yourself deep within to understand the fairness of life? The chance to win fair and square in life is impossible, for what is right to you is wrong to another. Between the struggle of what is yours and what you think is yours, half the battle is lost. And if there is any further will to win, then the look out for well-wishers support to pull you through will only cause a further distress. There are no well-wishers or friends and there certainly are no soul-mates. Everything is just a whim caused by the myths of a mind that has no ability to think on its own.

Owing to circumstances one stutters in life, but to blame circumstances for a failure is your own fault. The courage to stand up for what you believe in requires tremendous amount of confidence and an unmovable faith in your belief. It also requires the spine to not bend for the storms raging outside the window and the tornados that whisk you away. And also, a drop of love. Tiny and immeasurable, yet the only potion that can stir in some flavor and charm to give you strength when things don’t go in your favor. But, where can I find love? I guess that is the puzzle and the right answer is the door to paradise. Your personal paradise.

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