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Small Accomplishments

Small Accomplishments

There comes a time, when we’ve felt heavy hearted for not being successful enough in life. A dejected feeling of not being good enough lingers in our mind. What measures success? Is it a high profile job with a six figure salary? Or owning a big house and a luxurious car?

We tend to look at the big picture, forgetting our small accomplishments. Remember the time when we learnt to balance a bicycle? Or the first time we’ve travelled alone? I’m pretty sure we’ve all experienced a sense of triumph after getting the teacher’s final signature in the record notebook. Walking out of the exam hall after the final board exam is obviously the best feeling ever! Oh, wait. What about the time, when we’ve cooked something delicious and imagined ourselves as a great chef in a white hat?  Learning to swim, instead of floating like a frog in the water, is a feeling that’s beyond words. From winning pen fights and friendly cricket matches with friends to signing our first cheque, we’ve accomplished a lot.


Only as our expectations rise, our sense of failure grows. At the end of the day, nobody is a loser. We just forget to congratulate ourselves for our small accomplishments. 

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  1. Truth or dare, the real love towards truth out of those cute dares :p!! How dare u forgot!!??

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  2. perfectly said and i for one able to align with what you have described aptly in a nutshell..very well written with a intutive talent to nail the point so that it reaches the audience.congrats Archana

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  3. Exactly. These kind of little things make our life happier. Beautifully written. Feels nostalgic 😊

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  4. Absolutely Amazing Archana ! At this young age you are thinking so big ! Very very practical approach. No small accomplishment is this .

    We are seeing the right talents in you . You will soon become a big writer ! My best wishes to you, always.

    Regards

    Selvakumar

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