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Tough days. Downs. Mood swings. Bad hair days. Fights. Bitches. Girlfriends. Boyfriends. Break-ups. Failures. I don't know how to title it. But its all the negative things you experience everyday in every thought. Some overshadow it and just simply refuse to accept it pulling them down. To me that's how I see my mother and other elders. But for me it is something hell difficult. You just cannot magically come out of a deep well you fell in mistakenly. Nor can you rise taller than the high and scary waves. Its not a sci fi. 
But what some moving movies and songs and experiences are pushing me to believe ardently is that this is very necessary. The waves are pulled by the moon's gravitational pull and they rise. The well is deep and can drown you along your ego because of gravity. And so tough times push you. Push you to a level wherein you either emerge stronger or break all in once. The world has no space for cowards.
You need this bad day to get that brighter smile next day. The punishment so you never harm again. The rain for the rainbow. The injury to skillfully get the technique. Vaccination being another for instance. The evils will break you so you can collect yourself and create an unique individuality. Or simply quit. The world is sitting with an eye of an eagle. If you are confident and overpowering she lets you pass else you have to be pulled down. What are you up for?

It will be difficult, it has to. The path to betterment always shines with thorns and knives but its honest and transparent. It will never mislead you. And as I always say.. The Worlds a Stage. And You Ought To Be Shakespeare. Keep 'em Raptured and Engrossed. Show 'em What No ones's Ever Seen <3

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  1. Unknown1 April 2015 at 11:42

    It indeed is a beautiful piece of writing. Kudos Mansi...

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  2. Unknown1 April 2015 at 11:42

    It indeed is a beautiful piece of writing. Kudos Mansi...

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