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The Power is Yours!

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We all have our so called ups and downs. But, of late, what I realized is that, only you have the power to let yourself feel down. If somebody's words affect you, its because You let it. Truly, in all senses, only You have the power to keep your boat moving forward or let it sink.
Isn't that empowering? It adds the weight of responsibility on your shoulders too. If there is one person who is responsible for what you are, where you are today, it is nobody other than You.
True, accepted that everyday is a new beginning. But how you tackle it, is entirely left to you. Like they say, whether you prefer to stay indoors and complain of the rain outside, or you choose to go outside and dance in the rain is entirely your own independent choice.
It is of utmost importance to realize that, unless you let something bother you it won’t. 

Leaving you with a 5 minute video..
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=havdo8-k6Fo&feature=related

Do watch..
Remember, the power is Yours!!!
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