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Life With Trails


I am aware of facing the same problems and situations, and seeing this hard to accept hurdles return, growing depressed seems the only fact striking me, thinking that I am incapable of achieving progress in life. 

I am Steve, 25 year old lad. I have been through all this before, I say it to my heart.

“For sure you have, but you have never been beyond it is what my heart replies.”

The answer makes me realize about the the experience and ideas which is not what I want to learn.  

My Foster parents say I was 4 when my parents passed out. It is unusual but life has its way to serve people with different surprises. 

Since my childhood the only thing I have been learning is getting compatible with the outer world. Sacrifices, humiliation, love, care and all the must facts being questioned, I walked.

I am just 25 but there are things which I have realized about life. 

It is impossible to live in a state of complete relaxation, who do you think is tension free? 

The only answer to that question is a buried body; completely free from this ruthless world, no hurdles, no obligations and no concern about anything. The soul then achieves enlightenment.  

A number of lesser people sometimes behave like water, they flow through obstacles but then they do realize that the water can never be shattered with anything and then what? They keep on moving. They achieve things, they get what they deserve; not the fate that helped them but their effort actually made them capable, which in a way is the best thing to ever have with hard work rather than getting it just because of luck. 

What actually a human being possess? 

They inhibit the qualities of a rock since their birth. It is like in this mass of 7 billion anybody with effort can stay stable like a rock in a flat terrain. What is it? 

It is an absolute power to make yourself fit anywhere. 

A true warrior who trusts too much in his intelligence will end up underestimating the power of his opponent. 

It is important not to forget that sometimes strength is more effective than strategy. 


Saail Pokhrel

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