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#40: Until it’s done…


August had been a month of news and events. From Anna to Ankit, Manmohan singh to Mehul, Delhi to Darshniyaa and from N for something to ND, it has been good news, events and celebrations. But what matters actually is what it takes to reach that reason of celebration and no other can understand that feelings except the one who knew it was going to happen but kept the lips silent until it’s done and that’s what this post say it all. This post could be termed as On the Edge Part III or Miles to go Part II but I guess it’ll be too early to say until it’s done.

Every being (and not only human being) has foreseen a dream with no regards to size, length or nature of the dream and trust me, the whole universe celebrates when that dream accomplishes then whether it’s a rock climber tracking a mountain, a salesman selling his first packet of job or a small kid learning to drive a bicycle. They all cherish the celebration of living their dream along with the world but the strength paid in climbing the mountain or the effort applied to convince the customer and the will to learn that bicycle can be understood by none but the performer of respective task. Here, considering you as performer, is the tale of your journey from the valley to the peak and no matter world may support/neglect/acclaim/accuse for your work/thoughts/dreams/life, you have to go though that toughest time ever while you're waiting for it to be happen. The Darduras around you allegates you to prove yourself and you too know that one day you'll prove yourself by reaching that milestone but the times when you fall in between is the time you endure your journey towards it. You know it is to be done one day but you can't convince other untill it's done.

The post is very much intended for D’s and I do believe the time has come. Milestones will leave the traces in your life guys. All you have to do is to just stay there, be there.

Once again it's Rudyard in my mind saying…
And so Hold on,
When there is nothing in you,
Except the will which say,
Hold on...

Keep enduring tough times. Keep walking ahead though with a broken leg. Though the world may not know your sufferings, it'll damn know the celebrations on reaching the heights. Have patience and do keep wait for the arrival of the moment untill it's done. Wishes to all D’s. Love  – DJ.

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