When my friends talk about their childhood, their face lights up instantly. Their joviality seems to absorb all their tension and sorrows. As I sit near the window against the backdrop of the crimson sky while the cold breeze caresses my face a child hidden somewhere in me feels content.

The transition from being just an ordinary child to a grown up individual was an undoubtedly long journey, even though it was quite enriching. I had my share of hurdles, but I refused to get bogged down by them. Those hurdles were inevitable but hope kept me alive.

I have seen a lot of people who cannot accept personal loss and failure and have adopted a defeatist, depressed sort of attitude in their daily lives. Everybody has his or her own interpretation of depression. For me, depression is a phobia of failure and an inability to move on as a result.

In my case, my brother, friends and family were all a big support, and so I decided to let difficulties know that I’m the one who is difficult. Instead of being crestfallen I stayed buoyed up and today I have made it my motto that, “Don’t be scared for the fear of falling. Instead, let yourself fall in order to learn to stand again, stronger.”

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