Prayers'

 

Everyone who believes in God will concur with me that one should start the day with a brief prayer of thanks to God for having waked up to such a lovely day. Think about how productive and fruitful you want to be with His assistance as you pray. Man cannot move a twig without God's help and His will, however, if the Almighty's will is by us, we can move mountains with faith, leave alone twig.

I've prayed regularly ever since I was a young child. I faintly remember Mummy praying even before I started going to school. She would pray for us while bending her head to the ground. I don't recall ever going to the play school, but I do recall my Prep I school days.

I remember from school that a day started with a morning prayer. Morning prayers were held in the classroom when I was in primary school. The morning prayer was done in the auditorium later, following class two. Additionally, we attended morning prayers in the church while in high school because it was connected to the school by a garden.

The church was unique. It was beautiful, with some musical instruments and a grand piano. An elevated podium was there, from where the bishop would send out the morning message through prayers. Every corner of the church emitted peace and solitude. At the centre of the hall were neat rows of benches in two columns. The church was very huge and had many entry and exit points.

The school bell would ring every day at 7:45, and we students would queue up to go to church. We would enter the church with order and decorum. Prefects walking back towards us repeatedly prompted us to lift our feet and walk rather than drag them. We would go and sit on the benches in orderly rows in silence. The hymnals would be handed out by the chapel usher. The Bible's verses would be read aloud by a teacher who would arrive and take a place at the podium. We praised God and sang songs. 15 to 20 minutes would pass during morning prayers before we split off and went to our schools. Our school day started in this way, and it gradually went by.

Even today, I am very attached to the peace and harmony of the church. The morning prayers in the church were the best part of the day. Sometimes our class teacher would leave it to us to conduct the morning prayers. We read related articles for a better understanding of our fellow students and wind up the prayer session with hymns and songs for the exaltation of God.

Reading the scriptures in the church piqued my curiosity. Even if it was only a few lines, I would make sure I was selected to read whenever our class teacher called on us to lead the chapel. I've ingrained this in my reading practices going forward. I occasionally get confidence and morale boost from reading in front of an audience. I should also add that these early morning prayers gave me the desire to follow a religious and spiritual path. It strengthened my faith and gave me a better knowledge of the power of the Almighty, and I came to believe that if we prayed fervently and honestly, miracles could happen.

If miracles did occur, I also knew in my early school years that we would be punished for our wrongdoings. There was also the fear of God. The guiding values in life that I established during my formative years included never lying and always acting justly and fairly in all situations. The sole purpose of this site is to remind people of God. to commit our life to show love and care to everyone we come across. Most significantly, if we are taught these straightforward yet profound values and ideas when we are young, they will stick with us throughout our lives. They will make life a lot simpler and more comfortable for you. God never promised us that life would be a bed of flowers, so I'm not suggesting it would be, but He did promise that if we always maintain a strong faith in Him, the world will be a better place to live.

The Toy Piano.

As time passes, we encounter countless individuals; some remain strangers while others grow to be significant and close members of our lives. Everyone has an impact on us. You never know whether someone you've known for a while will have an impact on you for the rest of your life. In a similar vein, events in our lives have an impact on and aid in the development of "ME." I'll also talk about the people we overlook, despise, loathe, admire, and/or love as we travel through life. They are all important in our life. There are both positive and negative effects that a role might have on us. Any impact on us cannot be disregarded.

My neighbours had a big influence on me when I was a kid. Those neighbours were more than just neighbours. We used to play games, act in plays, do group studies, and participate in sports when we were kids. Conflicts over little matters, such as refusing to share belongings with other siblings or friends, were typical. This makes me think of my pink toy piano. The best toy I had was this toy piano.

Music has always been a significant influence on my life. In school, during my singing classes, I would be mesmerised by the way my music teacher’s fingers danced on the keyboard. She played the tune and we children sang to her tune. It had been a month since I was pleading with my father to get me a toy piano. On the pretext that I would share my piano with other neighbour’s children, my Papa got me a piano. I had promised him that we children would take turns and play the piano.

I don't remember why I wasn't in the mood to share my toy piano with anyone one day. While I was playing at his house, a toddler in my neighbourhood wanted to play with it. When he sobbed and reached for my pink piano. I hurried back to my room. I dashed into my house and slammed the door tight, preventing him from stealing my piano. As I opened the door, I heard the toddler's cries and saw his little finger jammed between the door hinges. I was terrified of having to give up my piano as a punishment after seeing his hands covered in blood.

His mother and a few neighbours rushed him to the doctor. I was just 7 years old at the time. I was terrified of confronting my parents about what I had done. When he returned home, his finger was bandaged. I cried as I apologised to him and offered him my piano to compensate for the anguish I had caused him. I felt embarrassed for myself for days.

This minor occurrence in my childhood taught me a valuable life lesson. Papa taught me that injuring another human being was a severe offense to commit at any age. My little lesson was to share and care for everyone. The most important effect was that I grew more sensitive to other people's feelings and hurt. Empathy occupied a significant portion of my adult life. I knew what it was like to be in pain. Even now, I recall how it must have felt to be a toddler, and I am conscious of how it has aided my development into the person I am now. 

The Road To Recovery

My previous piece, Impatience or Patience, was well received, and I received a few responses. Some found it inspiring and motivating, and one of the comments suggested I write about anger management. I know very little about the issue, so reading and writing about it would be unethical. Because it will be a copy and not the original. Yes, I can write about fury because in movies, when the protagonist becomes angry, a lion's scream is heard in the background; he grabs his fist, his eyes turn bright red, and his entire body quivers to control his rage

To become angry is to punish ourselves for the mistakes of others. If you are furious for an extended period, you must remind yourself that if you are upset, you must maintain a frown and not smile, not speak to anyone, remain rigid, and not relax. Who wants to stay like this, not smiling or relaxing? I think not many! Only an idiot would not want to laugh and have fun. This reminds me of the lonely Shyamsundar and his fits of rage. His rage destroyed his life. He had fought up a classmate over a trivial matter while in school. When similar occurrences grew common, his pals began to avoid him, and Shyamsundar eventually lost all of his friends. He gradually slipped into bad company. His parents had given up on him.

They were never allowed to give him parental advice or reprimand him. No one wanted to befriend such an ill-tempered person, so his fury became his lone companion. He married, but his wife left him after a year. He was frequently fired from his job, and he was always on the lookout for a few. He gradually got lonely and depressed. His rage would be right on the tip of his nose. He would explode like a bomb at the slightest stimulus and beat up everybody in his path. 

He's been trying to control his fury and change his ways lately, but his life has become increasingly chaotic. His wrath would cause him to lose control and become aggressive. He's fiddling with his shirt collar today as he waits for his appointment at the psychotherapist's chamber. He recalls every element of his life in his tale to the therapist. He is becoming more conscious of his mistakes and how they have impacted his life.

Along with counseling and self-awareness, he will gradually grasp what his bad temper has done to him and why he has to do better. Now the only question is how he will deal with his rage. The psychotherapist suggested he take up sports such as judo or karate to help him express his rage. Meditation will help him control his rage and remain calm. Shyamsundar is on the mend. His recuperation will be determined by how faithfully he follows the regime. The therapist also gave him music and colour therapy. I hope it works and Shyamsundar lives a happy life with his family and loved ones.

DRUG ADDICTION

I used to get afraid as a child whenever I saw anything about drugs or drug addiction. I was terrified of drug addicts because of how they behaved and how filthy they were. Things gradually became clearer as I read more about them and saw them on television, and I was less afraid of them...

As a child, I vividly recall how ecstasy and drug addiction were presented in Hindi films. Even today, the shattering of an apple or the bite of a scorpion on the tip of the tongue remains frightening. Later, when I began walking to school with my companions, we noticed unclean men sitting on their haunches, burning small pieces of paper and inhaling the smoke.

I afterward saw men inserting a syringe into a nerve in their hand. "So much pain, and what are they getting in return?" I'd think. All of this seemed weird for a mind as young as nine years old. When I was on my way to tuition with my elder sister one day, I noticed someone on the pavement engrossed in their bliss and summoned the confidence to ask my sister about it. She was initially uninterested, but eventually responded,

"When we get home."

I couldn't persuade her any further. I was growing impatient with my classes and couldn't concentrate. After an hour and a half, we arrived home. I approached her and stood next to her, fidgeting with my outfit. My sister emphasized to me that what they were doing was extremely dangerous and that I was too little to comprehend or understand what was going on. She told me not to talk to them, look at them, or take anything they offered.

Her voice rang in my head after our little conversation. I recall her first sentence:

"They were using drugs."

The word "drugs" kept popping into my head. What exactly was this drug? They felt like needles penetrating their skin.

 

What I didn't realize was how much fun they were having! I finally understand what the joy was all about. It was a joy that was ruining not only them but also their family, friends, and everybody who loved them. Today, I understand how it must have started.

To begin with, they must have been in poor company—friends who could not be trusted. They should not be trusted with their life. Everyone's life has ups and downs. Whatever the situation, we must remain strong; no weak thoughts should enter our brains, especially if our friends are not good company. This devil may enter our life during a period of depression or a conflict with a family member. It all starts with giving it a go. "Try it out and see if you like it." It will transport you to the sixth heaven."

It gradually gains control of your thoughts, and the worst part is when it begins to bother you with physical discomfort. Drug addiction has entered your life and will remain if you are not resolute and brave enough to resist it. After all the pleasure it has provided you, the moment has come to repay it. A small amount, of drugs no longer provides the same level of pleasure as it once did. You must gradually raise your dose. If you're lucky, you won't die from an overdose. Friends who used to give you these pills for free are suddenly asking you twice as much for a modest amount. Your change vanishes into thin air. You start stealing money from your house. To meet your demands, you steal from the household. And this suffering never comes to an end.

Leaving your family and loved ones to weep and lament your death. Life is valuable. There is no room for experimentation with such lethal medications. Why do we require a substance to get high? Our satisfaction with loved ones, time spent with them, work, studies, and career accomplishments should all take us to new heights. Our enthusiasm for our interests and our life goals might lead us to happiness and excitement. Life isn't all about thrills and excitement. We must sometimes take our tasks seriously. Take our life seriously and do what is right and just.

DIRECT SELLING.

Everyday new products are launched and they flood the market. In a country where the population is more than a billion its easy to make a profit and stay afloat in the business. India is supposed to be a great market for foreign enterprises. They see India as a huge market where gaining profit is a lot easier than the rest of the world. In this time of fierce competition now a new strategy of direct selling network is coming up. Here the products do not flood the shops or market area but they meet direct clients who become a member of the company and sell products among their friend circle. Today my blog is about these direct selling companies.

Direct selling refers to selling products directly to the consumer in a non-retail environment. Instead, products go from manufacturer to the direct sales company, to the distributor or rep, and to the consumer

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                      It all started during the nineties… as far as I know of. Tupperware was the first company that bought this concept of direct selling. Every Monday there would be meeting and training programs to train the new joining members and recruit them. It was compulsory to place an order to rs 4500 and the company would gift kits of its own products . This kit was used for demonstrating product features and utility. Soon it became a hit and every household was using Tupperware products.  Likewise, Amway, Oriflame, Avon, etc flooded the market.

                   

                      This new marketing concept worked on the concept that the margin the shopkeeper was getting was cut off and the company sold it's good to direct to consumers. This made the product cheaper. Secondly, these companies did not spend money on advertisement instead their market was captured with the word of mouth. Since most of the members were housewives who were targetted by the company the word from the mouth not only make them believe in the product but also increased the sale.

                     There is always a saturation point and the market slowly forgets these companies but a company is always ready to take its place. Many companies come, conquered and left. New companies are always waiting for their turn to conquer the market and fill the vacuum.

                     

                      Reshma, in her early twenties, had ventured out from to rule the world with her ambitions and desires. By accident, she met one of these direct selling companies and now she desired was to rule the sector of direct selling. She worked hard and her labor also bore fruits. She became successful in no time. Direct selling bought her fame and money. After some time she reached her saturation point and started finding this work boring and she no longer took interest in her work. Slowly her companion took over her and Reshma disappeared in thin air.

                    There was also Sumana who was a different story to tell. She never could to the top in this field of direct selling. She worked with a company for five years and slowly she small amounted cheques began to dry up and finally the company was declared bankrupt and all Sumana's dreams were crushed.

                     So these direct selling companies you never know when it is going to flourish and for how long. However, a new company is always emerging to spend no time in joining it and continue as you have always worked. With the right attitude and skills, you never know where it can take you as we know the sky is always the limit.        

BLOGGING AND ME

Hello friends, I started writing a blog to fill in the time when I was free. I wanted to fill my time with constructive work. My friends encouraged me to write and write what I felt and pour my thoughts. One of my friends told me that there are people out there who wanted to hear and read all that I had to write.

Slowly my journey began and I wrote how I was feeling at that time. My second blog was about only two lines. People read that too. Since I was a beginner my blogs were very short. They lacked substance and matter. I always asked my friends about my writing. I was always trying to improve. I was always looking for my shortcomings.

One day I seriously asked my friend to criticize my blog. She never used to say much thinking I would feel offended. Today on my encouragement she openly told me that I was not providing my readers an interesting conclusion. She said my conclusion was unfinished and the readers might find it an abrupt ending.

I started to work on my flaws and my blogs improved. I started story narration in my blogs. Many gave me compliments about my style of narration.  It was a new beginning for me to write a new style for my readers which they were also appreciating. Blog writing became more fun and interesting. Once that was a hobby and now became a passion.

One day I had gone to the market and one of my Facebook friends asked me are you the  Rehana who is writing blogs on Facebook? I was a little hesitant when I acknowledge that it was me … she started to say though she had little knowledge of blogging she liked my blogs. I went on to explain to her at length what was blogging and how it is monetized.

The other day had gone to a picnic with a large group of friends and family. It was a lot of fun. We had caught up with everyone after quite some time and so it was all an eventful picnic. People who knew about my blogging business were interested to know how it was monetized and I with my lame tech knowledge explained to them. Few who understood liked the whole concept of blogging and its monetization. And yes there are always a few cynical ones who always have an extremely negative view and have nothing good to say about anything.

 I really need to put in more effort. I have to read more and more … get more knowledge so that I get more matter, content, and substance in my writing. I was also constantly reading in a way that made blogs interesting. Slowly I learned what my post lacked. I started to put in real-life examples and defined what my topic of discussion. Now my blogs were taking good shape with substance, content, and body. I was happy that my blogs were no longer short. They were interesting and my readers were liking my style of writing. My readers were growing, my view increasing and my followers were rising too. 

After writing this blog, I hope that it will help novice bloggers improve their writing in some way. My limited knowledge will benefit other bloggers. I'm excited and happy about the comments I might get, both positive and negative. What I've learned throughout my blog writing journey is that writing blogs makes them simple, straightforward, and easy for readers to understand and relate to.

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Career

Some of the choices we make in life have a lasting effect on both our loved ones and individuals for the remaining years of our lives. The two most significant choices we must make are selecting a life mate and a career. We must decide what career path we are going to pursue to sustain ourselves once we settle down on earth with our soul mate.

Let me first define a career before I go any further: According to the Oxford English Dictionary, a career is an occupation or a profession that typically requires specialised training or formal education.

Establishing a profession is among the most significant choices because formal education from high school and college as well as specialist training help us make the best choice. One can achieve financial security along with life security through these specialisations. Our professional choices shouldn't be shaped by what our parents or best buddy chose to do for a living.

The choice should depend upon our aptitude, skill, and the field in which we have a natural flair. Usually, children don't have the knowledge or exposure to make a wise choice. Here, the parent's advice becomes crucial in selecting subjects for higher secondary school. Most parents want their children to take up science and pursue a challenging career. The parents overlook the fact that the child has the interest or the aptitude to pursue it. Parents think a little bit of hard work and sincerity will help them secure good marks. What they fail to understand is that it's a lifelong decision that the child has to carry on his or her shoulders.

For a better understanding, let me use Sudha's example. Sudha, a bright student in standard 11, wanted to study the humanities since she was interested in English and history. Her parents' influence prompted her to pursue science. Science was regarded as a prominent field because everyone within their family had studied and pursued a career in this field. The humanities were seen as a straightforward discipline to pursue given Sudha's talent.

Parents will force their children to eliminate not only their child's interest but also their potential to grow. Things were done half-heartedly, neither assisting the child's development nor demonstrating her potential.

Parents are not foresighted, because it is a difficult decision to choose when a child drops out of school due to pressure or a lack of interest.

Changing the chosen stream in the middle is not only challenging, but it is also a waste of resources and time. Parents should always let their children make their own decisions. Parents are concerned that their children will make the wrong decision. In this case, the parents are overprotective and put pressure on the youngster to act with their wishes.

What can be done to ensure that the right decision is taken without jeopardising the future of the teenage student? Career counselling is the best line of action in this complex position. What precisely is career counselling?

Through career counselling, the school itself makes an effort to give students information about careers. It assists in directing students while taking into account their interests and the various academic streams. A professional path is chosen for the learner based on an analysis that helps them recognize their strengths and weaknesses.

We can select the career that is best for us with the aid of career counselling. We select a profession that aligns with our aptitude, expertise, interests, morals, and life objectives. Failure is virtually impossible, while success is assured. Performance is at its highest level.

Neel was an average student who wanted to study commerce but wasn't sure what he wanted to do with his life after that. His parents made the decision to take him to a career counsellor and were encouraging. He had a business interest, but an examination revealed that he also had qualities that made him a strong lecturer. He now teaches commerce as a professor at a reputable university. He is naturally talented at

Following career counselling, parents and students are certain of the career path to choose. Regarding careers, there is no longer any uncertainty. A pupil knows exactly what direction to go in and how to approach it. Finally, because there won't be as many difficulties with a career, life is much simpler for the student.

Birthday

Riyah had a dusky complexion with shiny black hair. Her high cheekbone would close her small eyes whenever she smiled or laughed. Her lips were full and her big mouth showed her large teeth which she was not particularly fond of. Her husky voice gave her more compliments than her beautiful figure. This is how she looked when she was young, vivacious, and full of life.

Today when she is turning seventy-five she looks old with her wrinkled face and fine lines around her eyes. Once the black hair is now a mixture of grey and silver. Even at this age, she has not lost her charm or grace. The young talkative Riyah is now much of a listener.

Alone in her room sitting by the window she looks out; sees the children playing in the garden with their father;
takes her down memory lane.  She remembers how her father used to pamper her much to the envy of the elder brother, Sohail. Sohail would tease Riyah and spoil her mood,  but Daddy was always there to cheer her up.

Her elder sister would look after her more often than her mother. Mummy was exhausted by the time Riyah was born. Riya's responsibilities fell upon Zoya's shoulders. Zoya never complained about it, in fact, she was fond of Riyah and loved her very much.

The second sibling was also a girl, Yami; she was most of the time in her own world; not very expressive, and neither outgoing nor an extrovert like the other daughters of the family. Sohail, the third sibling,  is the boy of the household. This was Riyah's family.

Riyah remembers very clearly that it was her 4th birthday when she wanted to celebrate it and Daddy was refusing. It was the first time when she wished for something and Daddy had refused her. Again and again, Daddy was saying -
" It is not the right time, maybe next year."
Riyah also recalls daddy and mummy were very sad and so were the other family members. I could remember about 15 days ago everyone was very happy and excited. Excited to welcome a new member into the family.

One-night mummy was in great pain and was taken to the hospital. The next morning Zoya took me to the hospital to visit Mummy as it was a Sunday. Zoya dressed me and plaited my hair neatly. I had not seen Mummy since the previous night and I was very excited to meet her. Zoya was saying -
" It's a boy!"
We all were very happy except Sohail. Sohail was not particularly excited as he thought now no one would love him as a new brother had come to the family.

Daddy was as always loving and gentle told him-
" Everyone loves you and will love your younger brother."
I was engrossed in my world to comprehend anything.

In the hospital, I saw Mummy. She was pale and frail lying on the bed. When she saw me she gestured me to come near her. She pulled my hands from my side and kissed it and I kissed on her cheek. I asked her when she was going to return home, and she only said -
"soon."
Zoya was holding a small baby in her arms and spoke softly -
" Look! Who has come to meet you... Riyah, see this is our younger brother."
Standing there it dawned to me that mummy had come to the hospital to fetch a baby. A bell rang at a distance and it was time to go home. We were returning home without mummy and the baby. They said mummy would return home in a few days. Tears rolled down my cheek as I bid them goodbye.

Later in the night, there was chaos in the house. It was the weeping of Yami that woke me. Daddy was frantically trying to wear his shirt. Zoya was calling her uncle to come home immediately. That is all I saw, my eyes closed and I went to sleep again.

The next morning mummy was discharged from the hospital. When I returned home from school I did not see the baby. Mummy was weak and her eyes were swollen. I went next to her bed and asked her about the baby. She said -
"Baby is unwell so he is still at the hospital."
I saw silent big tears dropping from the corner of her eyes staining the pillow. Yami took me to the other room, asked me not to disturb Mummy, and let her rest.  I took the liberty and asked her -
"Where is the baby? What happened to him... when will he return home....!"
Yami informed me that-
" Baby was on oxygen as he had developed some complications.  It will take a few days for him to return home."

In the evening when Daddy returned from work was having some serious conversation. I overheard Daddy saying that-
" such a small baby and he has to suffer so much. Pipes have been inserted in his nostrils and needles injected into his tiny wrist. I cannot see him suffer."
Mummy and Daddy were crying silently. The doctors had told Daddy that it will not be good to keep him on oxygen for long. Their expert opinion was to remove oxygen and see what happened. Daddy was asking Mummy's opinion as to what to do.
Young that I was I knew they were discussing a serious matter which made them sad. The next day when I returned from school, I saw, the house was full of women grieving.  My uncle, aunt, and cousins all had swollen eyes and they looked very sad. Zoya came to me and took the bag off my shoulder. I whispered to her -
"What happened ....  the baby?"
Zoya suppressed her cry and told me
"The baby is no more!"
I quietly went to mummy put my head on her lap, cried, and don't know when I went off to sleep.

Impatience or Patience!!?

The first thing that would come to mind if I were to construct a list of my flaws is that I am "impatient." I used to argue that's how God formed me whenever Mom chastised me for having a low tolerance for patience.

I never considered that patience might be learned and improved over time.

We are carefree, irresponsible, and stubborn as youngsters. Children are not known to have possessed the virtue of patience. We realise that things done carefully are considerably more fruitful to us than those done hastily or impatiently as we develop and life begins to take its toll on us.
It is up to us, as mature people, to cope with life's problems patiently or impatiently. Developing patience requires tremendous effort and willpower. It is not only about determination but also about being wise enough to be patient rather than impatient. Developing patience requires tremendous effort and willpower. It is not only a matter of determination but also of being wise enough to be patient rather than impatient and acting badly. According to the book of Proverbs (14:29),

A patient person has tremendous understanding, but a quick-tempered person is foolish.

Sumaira, an elderly lady in her late eighties, is seated in her rocking rocker, watching the sun set through the window. She is in a reflective mood and ponders her entire life. Images of her husband arriving late from work and her excitedly awaiting him, fussing over her attire and plotting how she will savage him when he returns. How her hasty scolding would devolve into a dispute that would upset the entire family. This carried on for quite some time. With the passage of time, a deeper understanding emerged, and mutual respect and affection replaced disagreements and tensions. 

A jerk from the rocking chair jolted her awake from her slumber. It was the cat that bothered her. Sumatra closed her eyes once again and fell asleep. Her late grandmother-in-law was reflected in her eyes. It was the morning following one of those wild nights. Grandma adored us as a pair. She'd say we reminded her of her childhood with Grandpa. "Beta, don't get so angry," she would usually say. Anger is a devil, and it will destroy your devoted family."

Sumatra used to get quite annoyed whenever their grandmother provided her counsel. Sumatra was convinced that 

"Grandma will side with her grandson and not support me."

Sumatra gradually realised that his grandmother was correct. Slowly, as the situation worsened, she realised that her husband was the family's breadwinner. He was arriving late after a long day's work, and all she did was argue with him.
Sumaira's self-awareness was sufficient. She stopped arguing, even though she was enraged, and kept her understanding and forbearance with him. She gained patience and understanding as she grew older.

Sumatra is delighted to have learned patience—patience in her love for the family, tolerance for failure, and forbearance towards her life's hardships—so that today she is happy and at peace. Giving prayers and thanks for all of her grandmother-in-law's help.

Sumatra's life has been made easier and happier by patience, not impatience. At this point, I'm wondering how difficult it must have been for her not to lash out at him and instead give him food with a smile. Please think about it and share your ideas in the comments section.

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MYSELF...!!!

As the youngest kid, I was never given any responsibility for the family. I spent my free time playing, learning, and reading books, music, and movies. I was never interested in helping my mother with her cooking or in my older sister's sewing efforts. I enjoyed being idle. Grandmother was constantly on my side, saying, "She grows up and has responsibilities; she will do it."

I grew up, got married, and had kids. And I was a devoted wife and a commanding mother. I had my own family... to be at my husband's disposal and raise my children. Everyone has their ups and downs, and I was no exception, as I had my fair share of difficulties. Every day brought a different trail and experience. It was difficult to survive, but I did. My breath of fresh air was the smile of my darling toddlers, who would occasionally come over to give me a kiss or a close hug. I'd look at them and forget about my struggles and problems. My children were my rock... 

 A decade of enormous challenges had somehow ended, and life went on. I had little time to think about myself during that decade. I was preoccupied with raising my children...doing everything possible to ensure their happiness. The irony is that in attempting to create a world for them. I FORGOT MYSELF. They've grown up, are self-sufficient, and I no longer need to follow them around. I don't have much to do right now. I have nothing worthwhile to do besides cook and take care of the house. I am mostly idle. What I used to enjoy as a child, I now despise. I despise being idle. On the other side, how much cooking and bric brats will I accomplish throughout the day? I have been procrastinating in my everyday routine for the previous five years. I'm sick of sitting around or cooking. What was once a joy...cooking for the family is now a source of stress and concern for me. 

What exactly do I want to do...  I want to... I want to... I want to do something but I'm not sure what. How do I get out of this mental quagmire... I have no idea...  I am unsure what will make me happy. I simply want to do something... anything to get me out of the home and make me feel valuable. My self-esteem and confidence would skyrocket even though I earn little money and only a few people know who I am. 

This is my desire. I conducted some study and took a few courses and programmes to reconnect with the world I had lost contact with many years before. Even after completing these courses, I lacked the confidence to step out on my own. I was back at the beginning. I lacked the guts to confront the world or step outside of my comfort zone. It's been a few months that I've been thinking about and seeing other females, mostly mothers my age, who are content with whatever little they have. They appear to be confident, joyful, and fulfilled.

I've always had big dreams but never realised them. I've learned that I should start small and be satisfied with what I can do. I should not compare my accomplishments to those of others. My accomplishment is my personal development. I shouldn't be too hard on myself; instead, I should be content with what I can do. 

Accomplishment

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I have not written anything in a while. I've been busy with children, charity work, and some domestic chores. I'd been intending to write for a long, but I just couldn't make the time. Though I didn't have anything substantial to write down, I had numerous subject ideas swirling around in my thoughts. I want to accomplish something today. I woke up feeling refreshed and energised, therefore I should take advantage of the day. I want to do something modest today that will also make me feel good about myself.

Breaking world or national records or becoming instantaneously recognised and popular are not prerequisites for something to be considered accomplished. Being more prosperous and successful than your competition is a fantastic accomplishment. However, even before I take over the world, I must battle the monsters within me and achieve feats I would never dare to imagine.

To me, success involves doing something that I haven't been able to do before. On a personal level, I don't define success by defeating others; rather, I define success by getting past my flaws, my concerns, and myself. My accomplishments and victories don't have to involve overcoming challenges or showcasing my strength or stamina. This achievement can be overcoming my emotional or mental obstacles to succeed against myself on a personal level. My time with the psychologist is about to come to an end. It has been quite beneficial to me. I have a clean head, a positive attitude, and I'm busy. I feel accomplished after doing this.

When I thought about a coworker in the office, these ideas came to me. She constantly had a shaky, anxious appearance. I yearned to question her about this kind of conduct. She never spoke to anyone in particular and always stayed to herself. For her, going to the boss's office was the worst possible scenario. Because of her anxiety, she can make a mistake at his office. The boss would yell at her and correct her as a result. She made an effort to manage her anxiousness, but she was unsuccessful. As a newcomer, she was nervous but then as time passed and got used to the new surrounding she was best in her field.

For me, it's the same. I used to doubt myself and stop believing in myself. I would wake up every morning with some kind of physical discomfort. I experienced headaches frequently, fevers sporadically, and high acidity. Back when I was struggling, I had already overcome my feelings of hopelessness. I had problems concentrating. I've made a gradual effort to train my mind to be less sensitive to small setbacks. I have become more composed and can maintain my composure in most situations. I don't evaluate my successes as those of others because only I am aware of the challenges and how I overcome them.

There are no too-big or too-minor tasks. By comparing ourselves to others, we diminish ourselves. We need to be more kind to ourselves than we usually are. Success is proof of a person's worth, both in their own eyes and in the eyes of others.