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Let go.........

Let go ...these 2 words which you would hear now and then after every not so satisfying or pain giving circumstance happens. You may ask why? Someone said moving on is not rocket science..if only that person lived those moments fully. Involved himself completely. Experienced ecstatic joy. Moving on is the stage which will show how much one has gotten into that stuff. You will know your true love for something at that time. Moving on is difficult i perfectly agree but not an impossible one. If you really have the will do it there is a way. There is a solution to deal with the stress that moving on offers you. To move on doesnt mean moving on from a relationship. It can be from a pain after losing loved one in this earth. It can be from a failure in the exam. It can be from any sad rather not so pleasant experience. Time is a strange phenomenon. It heals you competely and after some period of time you may even laugh thinking about your past. Your past is your learning. Your future is result. Your present is the question paper. So learn and enjoy the question paper and solve it carefully in order to achieve desired results.

Whenever i am feeling down or low i listen to the song of beatles.......let it be. It peps up my mood and gives me a high. You cannot change your past. Everything you experience should be joy. No regrets no worries. If you regret then it is a reason to worry. Know that every moment you regret was the moment which gave you ultimate or maximum pleasure at some point of time. So learn to enjoy the life to the fullest come what may. Prayer is first road to god. And joy is second. Take the second road more. There is no harm.


"Sometimes reality has a way of sneaking up and biting us at our back. And when the dam bursts, all you can do is swim. The world of pretend is a cage, not a cocoon. We can only lie to ourselves for so long. We are tired, we are scared, denying it doesn't change the truth. Sooner or later we have to put aside our denial and face the world. Head on, guns blazing"


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  1. Privy TriflesSeptember 23, 2012 at 2:35 PM

    Beautiful post dear... and I loved the last lines the most...!!

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    1. Creative SpaceSeptember 24, 2012 at 8:56 PM

      Thanks Me:))) Glad to hear from you...You are the dedicated and loyal person in my blog:))

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    2. Privy TriflesSeptember 24, 2012 at 10:45 PM

      Because I simply love reading all that you write <3

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    3. Creative SpaceOctober 8, 2012 at 4:29 PM

      A great and many thanks to you.. Its same with me too

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