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            <title><![CDATA[Belief in Progress: A Moment of Imagination]]></title>
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            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/1024/1*5obSweGdEuK5t1ObhQBGmg.jpeg" /></figure><p>At the end of the day when the dust of the fall has settled, I stand clueless as to how I ended up there. Even in this room it feels like something went wrong but there is always that voice inside that sings a different tune.</p><p>Humorously, it asks: “Did you really believe you can escape from making mistakes entirely?” ‘That means, each move is not a mistake but it is the road itself.’</p><p>I ponder upon this, sensing a change within me. ‘What if I’m not getting it right?’ I asked out loud. The answer is clear: ”Always seek to change. The mind is a great assistant: receive the mistakes as stages — and success will be the inevitable consequence.”</p><p>The words penetrate deeper setting the stage to an unemotional decision to surrender. Every single fall, every failure is actually helpful, becomes part of the next direction that is to be taken. It therefore becomes clear to me that as I adopt this view, I gain a new meaning to life.</p><p>Faith allows the losses in every fall and the errors in every misstep to be seen as growth and progress. With each reflection, I inch my way towards a rhythm of recovery, and failures are not bad but needed to be part of the whole process.</p><p>Conversation with my Inner thoughts ends here.</p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=a48520d27fc2" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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            <content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Echoes of the Calendar</p><figure><img alt="" src="https://cdn-images-1.medium.com/max/800/1*Wpk6GhIip7OcLz_om6GBNg.jpeg" /></figure><p>They call them the twelve months of the year; <strong><em>‘It is funny how time has a way of talking back,’</em></strong> I overheard myself muttering as I engaged the friendly months. It’s about twenty of them, and each individual, having its own opinion and judgment, contributes to the creation of the entire picture of my life.</p><p>Last month, with its nice acceptance, was a memory of the taste of a warm summer. Looking at the newcomer, the machine was almost as if i said to it:</p><p><strong>“Remember me?”</strong> “I came to teach you lessons packaged in silence.”</p><p>It had a strange tone of remembrance, of looking back through a mature lens. The emotions were high and low and I recall the dreams and the goals that were achieved and the hurdles that had to be crossed. …the last month was a brief chapter of ending and graduation that allows me to learn the concept of <strong>LET GO</strong>.</p><p>This month, appearing in all the colors of the rainbow, came to life with a cheerful welcome.</p><p><strong>‘Look at me’</strong> it said. I greatly liked a present quotation, which says, “Let’s go further into the present where opportunities blossom and new days are painted. ”</p><p>I felt the positive vibe and tone the month wanted me to feel, and I was ready to take action and seize the possibilities. This month will burst with opportunity where each day painted on the huge weave of my year, I said.</p><p>And then I focused on the ones which were still waiting for me in the future and will come someday. They stood afar like some holy book reference of what lay in the path of the present today.</p><p><strong>‘We are waiting,’</strong> they whispered softly, ‘to tell you about the future and dreams to be accomplished’, about the unknown still awaiting to happen.?</p><p><strong>HAPPY NEW MONTH!!!</strong></p><img src="https://medium.com/_/stat?event=post.clientViewed&referrerSource=full_rss&postId=113ae46ac5a7" width="1" height="1" alt="">]]></content:encoded>
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