Get up, dress up and show up

Never be ashamed of a scar. It simply means you were stronger than whatever tried to hurt you.

“Hello”

“Excuse me”

“Where are you?”

These ordinary words with Pawn-like importance were suddenly being treated like the Queen in my board of Life. I am gravely striving for the pieces to acquire their paths, (refer The Columbian Miracle Part I and Part II),  I practise regular talking instead of riyaaz (practise singing). And while I am doing that, I hear idiotic complaints. Complaints like delayed flight, sleep deprivation, stress, dandruff, they are endless. They simply make me laugh. Laugh hard. Especially because I am looking at myself from three years ago. A metaphor here might help: All fruits are healthy, agreed. But this is comparing the complaints of apples to the complaints of mangoes.

When I was going through this adventure (still am), I met somebody with a back problem; he couldn’t walk. It made me devilishly happy that I can. I can make money and plan to travel. I am more (financially) independent than I ever was. My confidence muscle thus began to grow strong again. Because sometimes, will matters more than skill. I did feel a bitter pang when I couldn’t present ideas. I saw the pointlessness of topping my public speaking class. But like Steve Jobs  accurately remarked, all the dots are connected. Whatever you have, be it the simple ability of talking, somebody else is praying for it.

Remember, magic happens when you do not give up, even though you want to. And the universe always helps a stubborn heart. Falling seven times absolutely damages our confidence, but when we stand up the eighth time, we are unwavering. And that is the only one that matters. In one night, I became unemployed and dependent from employed and independent. In such a moment, people either rise or they fall. In my case, I rose. Today, I can positively say that I am making a comeback.

Haha! This is not a self-praise corner. It is not an easy journey, but it will make you strong. I battled for two years. TWO. But finally, I won. There were some losses on my way, they persist today as well. What I want to share with you is, you are allowed to scream, you are allowed to cry, but do not give up.

Look back at where you came from and let yourself feel proud about it. You. Are. Killing. It.

I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.

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