My Journal 45. We get what We put up with

Most of the time we realize what we get is what we put up with. This does not apply to all situations in our life , but to the ones we are in control of or can take control with our will and courage .Those that are in the power of our choices and decisions … Continue reading My Journal 45. We get what We put up with

My Journal 41. To be a part or not

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The freedom to do what one wants to , intend to , or choose not to be part of what feels wrong looses it value in the process we decide to be part of these groups , groups that control and influence our choices , decisions or think for us . Unwillingly , silently we … Continue reading My Journal 41. To be a part or not

My Journal 36. The Over – Type

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Hi friends , i have been always receiver of the title of over thinker from my college days to real life. I have had my challenges and had to work on ways to achieve in spite those unusual and difficult circumstances in my life and around my loved ones because me complaining wouldn't have helped … Continue reading My Journal 36. The Over – Type

Pondering Question 2 . Power of choice

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Hi this is from set of pondering questions where i would like to discuss and know your thoughts from real world either through general or personal perspective.Please do drop in your views. So today i would like to know about, How do we use the power of choice ? Let me put an imaginary twist … Continue reading Pondering Question 2 . Power of choice

Sometimes Being me, Thats not me

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Keeping Everything under control right under my breath,SometimesLetting out so that I can breathe free. Standing strong like nothing moves me, SometimesLooking for someone to hold me . Living as if never looking back, SometimesThe past peeps through teary eyes. Long let gone those dreams that gleam, YetWishing for those dream once seen . Now … Continue reading Sometimes Being me, Thats not me