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Our generation has very conveniently segregated itself into two groups. One is the old school and the other is millennials, both these groups might contradict their likings and dislikings, tastes and preferences, intellection and beliefs but one thing that runs common in the entire generation is lack of tolerance.


We get hurt so easily, our hearts are so fragile, we cannot contain our emotions, we do not even realize what is the right amount of reaction and attention a situation deserves.


Moreover, a lot of us describe our weakness as being too emotional.


I do not really think the entire fault is being too emotional. It’s just a cover-up for being naive, bias towards people and situations, and expecting too much out of everything. 


We tend to be emotional at our convenience. We are emotional for ourselves. Getting attached to people easily isn’t being emotional, expecting too much too soon isn’t being emotional.


Rather than sinking in a situation and cribbing about why we always manage to land ourself into trouble, our focus should be on finding ways to understand the importance of life and chances given to us, understand that it isn’t our hearts that are fragile, it’s our mind that is brittle, that isn’t letting us realize our capabilities and our zeal to create a far better world.

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