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◾New Year Resloution◾

Again a new year has just arrived & we have accepted the storm of taking “ new resolutions”.This is trending on social media since past 2-3 years.But aren’t we limited in taking new promises & goals only in social medias?

Aren’t we even indulged in only posting our “1-10” resolutions & then return back to our all the same monotonous life.

Now-a-days facebook,instagram & twitter gets flushed with the posts & statuses of new things.

Suppose, i am a sufferer of depression, have multiple wounds on my heart & then if i join this shepherd of “show-off resolution”,will my mind be able to find its solace to get healed again? Or will i start laughing my heart out just posting a list of new desires i want to achieve this year? I guess, the answer “No”. Rather meditation & my determination can bring me towards the right track of my life.

Neither this fuss of so called resolutions in posting a ‘list’ can heal a player’s failure, a frustrated person, an unpayable mistake or a person’s lost mental peace caused by a big loss of close person or family member.

If we truly want to achieve something, we want to be healed from mind or overcome the problems we face, we have to motivate ourselves from our inner side.We must need to be determined in our real life except remaining in the abyss of fuss.We need to hold the courage to prove something true, not blindly following the trends only!

~ ©storytellersuchismita

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