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It’s funny how we often catch people saying time waits for no one, get your hands on it before it leaves you behind, you’ll never get a hold of it again, you are going to regret not acting right at the right time.
In all this hassle of keeping up with everything we are told to do, we just don’t realize how important it is to take a break. 

Take a break to keep a check on yourself, to see where you are going,

Is this where you really want to go?

Is this really where you want to be?

The road you’ve chosen, is it truly meant for you?

Is this what you’re ready to commit to, is this what you’ve been looking for? 

Did you ever even decide what you’re truly looking for or you just joined this race of chasing time?

We are all so busy fitting in these predetermined standards set by our environment that we hardly try to understand what we want leading to limitless anxiety, stress, and frustration to calm down which we indulge in practices that may look like an immediate relief but not a permanent solution. 

In our 20 years of education where we are basically taught to understand theories and prove theorems if we could even barely touch this topic of the inner voice and self-concept maybe we will all accept this fact with our heads held high that we don’t necessarily have to fit in!


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