The Other Day I saw a lovely video. On the Youtube, I suppose. It dealt with a Butterfly with a Broken Wing. A lady adopted him, made him a wing of feather, and gave him a new lease of life, the life he was made for, not the one that was forced on him by circumstances.
I loved the highly inspirational story. That is why have called the butterfly "he". With little help and kindness, he chose to fly back which must have been very difficult for him. Luckily he just had a broken wing, not a broken will.
The other day I read the story of a girl who lost her legs to an accident. Despite a Himalaya of difficulties right under her nose, she proved her mettle by completing her M.D.
That is the spirit. Life is going to throw all sorts of ugly surprises at us; at times, rather viciously, one after another. When the going gets tough, the tough get going, they say, and it indeed holds true.
Wallowing in self pity is just going to increase our problems, especially psychological. Instead being strong is the solution. Every situation teaches us something or the other. Life is a total sum, full of many deductions. Changing them in to a complete integer is our skill. So, ahoy, afloat, and akimbo. The swim against the tide makes the great distance a challenge that is never ever over.
Pratima@ hope is eternal, misfortune brittle
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