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The Problem With The World


The problem with the world is that first the people tell you to make your own decisions
And then they question every decision that you have made.
The problem with me is I won't back off because I believe this is the right thing to do.

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  1. The struggle with the world will begin when the struggle with self ends. There's still time.

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  2. I can't say I struggled, but yes, have seen people who did, and lots of them succeeded. It's worth it to struggle.

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  3. @Kriti- yes that's true. I wonder for how long will we keep struggling with self.

    @Rajendra Sir- I can just say it's wonderful to hear it from you. And it is always worth the struggle.

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  4. If I have to stand alone for my decision..I am not sure I would be able to...
    But, that doesn't qualify as a Decision altogether, because decision once made is IT.

    go ahead with all the right decisions you make. All the best.

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