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By Yash Gupta

I will admit i have had my share of sleepless nights!

This was just one of them.

Like these past few months i took to the solitude of my bed as the dusk began overpowering the brightest of the lights.

I wasn't really feeling upbeat and neither was i buoyant enough to float in what i would call "The Backwaters" of my failed efforts and subpar dreams.

They say that life is a journey of highs and lows with phases of good and bad. Let's just say that i was losing the perception of this very idea and was breeding a dimension of hostility and dejection.

I had just learnt that cupid's arrow isn't as strong as they project in those magical mythological stories of theirs.

I had just learnt how unpredictable life can be, death grabbing one of the few closest to you, one of the few most precious to you.

One could say without a doubt that i was lost.

But the worst part is that i was getting used to this milieu that surrounded me.

I am not sure as to exactly when my cortical areas became weary of the condition i was in and i dozed off, only to wake up in the darkest of the dreams.

Have you ever had one of those dreams that mimic reality to such an extent that you almost believe them to be true?

Well, this was one of those.

I could see myself sleeping in what i would call the chaotic stage of my room.

Suddenly the walls began leaking blood. I could hear every drop of blood falling and with every drop i could see my room stuffing.

Yet i just laid there incapacitated, unaware of the atrocity that was about to drown me.

It didn't take long before the level of blood reached my bed. I could see that very blood getting personified, it's hands reaching my throat, trying to smother me.

I struggled to gasp for air and as i lifted my body up, an iron rod which seemed to materialise out of thin air pierced my throat and i could see myself lying there in agony, slowly drowning in that dreadful blood.

I immediately woke up but it seemed my mind wasn't yet able to knock out the effects of that horrifying dream. The whole day i acted like having an ocd to check my throat again and again, to reassure myself that it was just an illusion.

Someone once said time heals everything. I say thats a fine theory, but i prove to be more of a rebel. I believe the only thing that can heal you is you yourself. You can't count on some angel of God who will be on a voyage straight from heaven just to help you.

It might come, it might not. But one person who can help you beyond any strata of doubt is the one you face daily in the perfectly shiny mirror of yours.

I won't say that any kind of trouble is just a child's play because i know that no one would understand the gravity of the situation till they have had a faceoff in the ring with the same giant.

But what if i could assure you that you are the pilot who may not be skilled in flying, but one who has absolutely no problem in gliding.

I say that's good enough. You don't need to fly your way off to a fairyland created by your imagination wherein you are secure from the heartaches and the heartbreaks.

You just need to glide to that spot in reality where you accept the mess that you are in and you unveil the fighter that was always present inside of you.

Thats how, my friend, you win half the battle against this cycle of misery and slump.

No human is free from these troubles and challenges of life.

But only those survive who understand that everytime you fall, it's only getting your chin strong!

Accept the mess you are in, the mess you have become and be resolute in unleashing the fighter inside of you.

I promise you will feel the strength of a thousand elephants and pride of a thousand lions.

Every new day is a blankpage.

Choose wisely.

Copy the past? Or write the future?

By Yash Gupta