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Resilience

You wake up every morning deciding that this day you are going to be happy, care-free and not haunted by memories. It's like being a child. As the day goes by, it seems each and every event, small words or things bring back those memories which you would wish to forget. You just shake it off and move on to the next work at hand. I guess our resilience holds out through everything that seems to be ready to break us. This is the human spirit I have learnt to admire. But when it doesn't? 

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  1. Vishwas KrishnaAugust 2, 2011 at 7:59 PM

    (staring) Thinking, I have passed this stage, or have I not?

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  2. AnonymousAugust 3, 2011 at 1:36 PM

    memories will never leave us till amnesia!!!!!

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  3. Vishwas KrishnaAugust 3, 2011 at 2:42 PM

    @anonymous
    ha ha, nice one.

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  4. Snippet ThoughtsAugust 12, 2011 at 5:21 PM

    It's not a stage, it's a passing moment which may come any day, any time.

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  5. Vishwas KrishnaAugust 12, 2011 at 5:41 PM

    @shwetha point. actually, that is what I meant by stage. Wrong choice of word there.

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