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Shed the shrug off!

It's time to shed the shrug off, and it's time to be the real you. Whatever, it costs even if it takes all that the lacerate you incurred. It's always never too late than before. Life is like a book, the very author who is penning down, is you. Does anyone know how many pages does an author discard before finalizing the final draft? Yes, no one pens down at a single go! These are perhaps something which happens in our life too. With a few people who come into the picture just for the purpose of serving the discarded pages which form the basis for a flamboyant chapter ahead. If we ponder over those repudiated pages how does the book is supposed to make into a final shape? Each book has different authors so does its theme too. Hence, it's ruthless to compare one with the other. If all of them had a similar purpose and fit, how vapid the book will resemble occupying the rack?

Don't you dare to ink your chapters in a prosaic manner with an ignoramus ideologies subsisting! Let your mind be your tool for inscription with a heart as your ink. Dare to make mistakes, fall, rise eventually it is all about YOU; the real you, who is the one and the only person who knows you very well, than no one else. Let the forsaken page be binned, don't get engrossed with those crumbled pages, after all; they deserve where they are ought to be. Finally, at the end of the day, it's you and only YOU. I may sound selfish, but I just prompt to say it's time to shed the shrug off. Yes, be the real you. Enough of the worldly dramas. LIVE, LOVE, LET others in peace!

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