Sometimes clock is not ticking at the right pace…..

We wake up each day. We dress up, we prepare and move forward to start a new day for the tasks for which we are responsible. As we wake up each single day, day after day, there comes a point when this whole life looks like a mechanical machine. Life becomes a machine, where each single task is a cog or bolt which we tighten as we complete each single task. But, just fitting up the cogs and tightening up to bolts is not the only thing which makes the machinery running. To run a machine efficiently, there is a need to fuel it up. Fuel the machinery with a fuel, which helps it float and make it running. We as humans, might not need petrol or diesel as a fuel for running, but:

Humans are not machines.
We can’t keep on working all the time
Even if we can work for most part of the day, we cannot just think about work all the time

We work, it is fine. But we cannot work forever. Sometimes, despite all our efforts, work seems like it will never end or the time is not in our favor. We work hard, and get punished harder. This is a time when we start to give up. Giving up, in itself, is not bad but not rising again is worst. You may fall down, but remember to stand up on your own. Because in this world, nothing will support you and no one will support you. At the end, you will have to stand up yourself. If you stand up but still your hard work is not being rewarded, then maybe, it is just time, which is examining you for your strength. Have patience and one day you will sail through for sure. Calm down, relax and sit back to see time passing in front of your eyes, and wait for the good times to come and reward you like never before.

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