We are the sum of our own stories.
Every time we are moving, talking, giving or taking instructions, giving something up, making a new beginning, waiting, thinking, and so forth, some of our actions are noticed, and many actions are routine. Life goes like this. When waking time is consumed by routines, there is no story. Doing something despite the threats, real or unreal, becomes a story. In spite of poverty, getting higher education is a story. Being a champion in our sixth attempt is a grand story. Converting a lost game to victory is an unforgettable instance. 
There may be stories of failure. We can’t deny it. But by not making fresh attempts, we confirm that we are not interested in creating remarkable feats. 
 Once good records are created, it erases bad stories slowly from our mind. At any stage, there is no final halt until we agree with what happened. 
Expecting everything to be okay in all situations is a sign of being detached from reality. A person unaware of the power of struggle seldom makes a story. When our efforts are bigger than challenges, things happen. Otherwise not. 
Just recall our own stories so far. Is our life not an aggregate of what happened? The size of our own pros and cons will not remain the same as we grow and age. 
Revisiting our own status from time to time provides opportunities to improve ourselves. Losses may be big, but they can be compensated when we insist on doing well during the coming days. 
 
 
 
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