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Moving on!

Sometimes I ponder upon that what makes us move on by a person who is no more your friend or any incident which is bad or any result for which you faced failure for the first time? Is it time, or the same person or memories or any result get replaced by something better in your life.

Personally I feel that the 2nd one serves much better. If on an immediate basis every person or thing in your life gets replaced you would probably move on faster and would be happier than before. I don’t want to sound philosophical. But it works.

On a personal note January, 2016; not-so-good month for me. I haven’t experienced anything in my entire life that I had to face in January.  Still sitting with a hope that everything in the end should turn out good may be not sooner but later.

Talking about results, I feel it is good if you face failure. It keeps you grounded and you realize every achievement in life doesn’t come that easy. And yes failure does hurt, it kills you. But fighting against it you should learn. We can’t change what already happened, but can work towards a better future.

Friends, I am so over-emotional person. My life now and again is affected by my friends. I can’t be practical in such cases. Betrayal in friendship and I cry and cry and cry. There is no other reaction. I lose my self-respect for my friends. May be I have lost friends due to not giving them enough space or may be expecting too much. And then endless row. In the end you and I need to understand we were alone, are alone and have to leave this world alone. Expectations always hurts. Stop thinking that he/she would apologize. Just move on!

Remember the greatest quote : “Every storm in your life is followed by a rainbow”  


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