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Adversity is temporary; changes you imbibe during adversity may be permanent!

“Hell! Where did I keep my keys?” I screamed and pushed some things away hoping to find the keys to my Dental clinic. It was eight in the night; we had to push out of the house for a movie at nine, but before that, I had to put the shutter down for my clinic which is right there on the way. I was getting impatient and annoyed at the same time. Even my husband was looking around, but he showed no such agitation like me, “relax” he said and continued humming and searching at the same time. To add to my agitation my phone rang, it was a close friend’s call, “what’s your problem now?” I answered in an angry tone! I am not sure why but I did, and continued heating up and threw my phone away.
People who know me closely know that I wasn’t in the best frame of my mind for more than two years. I conveniently blamed others for my problems, I conveniently switched my moods to good, bad and ugly, I conveniently accepted that it’s not me it’s my adverse circumstances! I was convenient with the way I was until of course, it struck me that day that I was actually imbibing these small, little changes. Until it struck me that day that my circumstances will definitely change, but by then these changes in me would have become a convenient part of my personality!

The personalities that we carry in the long run are nothing but an accumulation of the good and the bad that we experience during our respective journeys of life. We are all born quite similar, aren’t we? Wouldn’t we make our lives better if we discontinue anything which we know isn’t good, and is not worth carrying for a lifetime, as early as we notice it? It isn’t easy, but yes it can be practiced if we try to constantly introspect ourselves. If we stop giving reasons for the way we behave. If we accept that we too can be wrong! We are all escapists in some way or the other. We all have a tendency to follow the path of least resistance and tread happily on it. We all have a pre-cooked explanation of every wrong that we do because ironically our ultimate aim is to prove to our own selves that we can’t be wrong.

Do take some time out of your busy schedules to visit your own self regularly; to assure that the devil within you doesn’t outgrow your true personality!  And oh yes, that night my husband found the keys and we made it to the movie quite on time, except that I had a heavy head and couldn’t enjoy the movie night as much. But ever since then I have made sure that I have the best of outings. And as far as my circumstances are concerned well they are more or less the same and I am glad they are because they teach me a new lesson every day! 
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