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I don't know why but at times we tend to loose a sight of what we want to be and who we are, a sight of who we would love and most importantly why we love ourselves.

Luckily though, there take place some incidents in life or may be just some co-incidences because of which we are reminded of some of the most important points to be kept in mind.

Pointers that make you, "you"...things that your belief systems are based on. The learning's that give you strength...strength to work, to live, to fight and stand for yourself. The discoveries that you made through experience and later realized that coincide with all what has been taught to you by your elders and is still being tried to make a part of your mental systems...(if only they knew you have grown up a little on your own too).

I call these coincidences, the fortunate encounters, the encounters of fortune in life for you to acquire the 'spirit of life'.
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