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Keep up a straight face

I sometimes wonder how many more rejections are awaiting me before I can follow my dreams. I am not a born writer, but the constant rejections are making me feel that I am not worth writing a single line. Writing is no mode of escape for me; it is something I really enjoy doing. However hard I might try, my write ups do not find value in the market. Is it a sign from God that I am born to be a slave of someone else? I do not know! What I know is I cannot lose hope. Each one of us is a born fighter and I will have to fight if I want to succeed. I will rise up and look straight into the eyes of failure if I want to succeed.
One moment I motivate myself but the very next moment I feel so burden and lost. The mind plays weird games with me.
I know nothing comes easy. In the current scenario, easy success would have been sticking to my current organization and finding ways of success here. But, like always I have chosen to unravel a different path. A path not excavated by me ever earlier. I do not know why do I always have to make things tougher for me, but that is how I am! At times accepting myself becomes tougher than accepting others!
It was March 2017 when I decided to venture into freelancing. Prior to this I had often wanted to do something beyond the regular office jobs, but I never had the insight on freelancing. With Om in my life this need of freeing myself from the office job has become a need of the hour. It is true “And, when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” So, did it happen! I got introduced to UI development, started learning HTML5 and CSS3. When I had lost all hopes of writing, the opportunity to try out content writing came across. But still everything seems to be stagnant. Or might be it is moving but not at the expected pace. 
I cannot afford to lose hope. Now that I have already embarked upon the journey, I cannot stop. I will have to keep up my struggle.
Failure is not when I am unsuccessful but it will come if I stop trying.  


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