If your life were a novel, the moments of crises are where it gets the most gripping, the most thrilling. What might be the worst point of your life is actually the best point of the novel that is your life. It's the place that brings out your character, quite literally.

Remember no reader will give up on reading this novel at that point, so you better not stop writing — your destiny, in this case.

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If
I could
I would fly
Fly far far away
Fly from dawn to dusk
Fly till my body starts aching
Fly to find and yet lose myself
Fly to search and seek a new horizon

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Fail enough number of times that there are no more ways to fail.

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Walk
Till you reach your destination
Then don't stay for too long
Walk again
Find a new goal
Keep walking
Take ample rest in between
If you don't find what you're looking for
Walk another direction
But don't give up
Walk till the time you can
Because when you can't
All you'll have is
A story of a long adventurous exciting
Painful yet fruitful
Walk

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Autumn is an inspiration for poets

Nobody better
Understands the beauty of pain
And the meaning of letting go

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Success is like Death.
It comes at it's own time.

Keep analysing your failures and the amount of efforts you missed everytime.

And above all, don't look for Inspiration. Believe in positivity of your all failures.

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**Dream not a pine but deciduous**

I'm just a body of my immortal soul
No stop from walk after once start of beat is my goal
Because I seek no high but to survive
And stop to this mortal is opposite of alive

I pray no more for I wish to be like a tree
To keep on growing forever and free
My leaves will fall and I will dry
But my new branch will replace and I'll not die

I'll not let the positive calm me, watching the grass
Because the tall trees will cast shadow for my thirst
I'll not cast any but stand same, share grass my manure
As this mortal seek no success high but fear failure

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It's complicated because I'm out of inspiration,
It's complicated because I'm out of growth,
It's complicated because I'm out of learning,
It's complicated because I'm falling to move on.

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When my reality is shattered,
to pieces I can't sew back together,
I pick one piece at a time,
and weave a tale out of it.

From broken pieces,
I weave broken lines.
Broken lines,
because I want you
to read between those lines.

Isn't that what crisis is about,
to read and write between lines?

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Run for the freedom
Run for your fame
Run away from familiarity
Which bounds you to chains

Run to your destiny
Run to the unknown
Run so that you call out
Something as your own

Run leaving everything behind
Run without any burden
Run because everyday is new
And forever isn't a certain

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