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Each occasion I thought I was potent and energetic,
I sure did a service to myself,
As it seeped and soaked deep inside,
It gave me a fillip and I floated along,
Sometimes for a short while and others for long,
It must have done about the same for you,
But do you remember what made you think thus at all,
Try and try hard so that you could collect several such instances,
And compare them well,
You would notice and I have done about the same,
That such instance were all preceded by a “success” of some sort,
“Success” here is broadly defined,
And means just that you got what you set your heart and mind on,
So far so good,
Now try and focus on the short and/or long pauses in between any two such potent feelings,
When you did not succeed and “failed”,
“Failed” here is again simply defined as not getting whatever you set your heart and mind on,
The “failure” began this pause,
Am I right you sure would say yes?
Your last “success” and your last “failure”,
Both as defined above,
Were actually troughing and waving your inner self,
And threw out a brew,
For you to bloody well chew,
If the “ high” of success was better than the “low” of failure,
You still felt “high” but knew that something was getting wrong,
You said to yourself that the brew is more sweet than bitter,
And still merrily carried along,
It is more critical as to how did you feel and behave in the duration of pause,
Particularly when another failure was eating your inner fast,
Were you still on a “high” that was reducing fast?
For how long the “high” remained “high”,
And did you notice when it famished to a “low”,
And what you did when it was a well known “low”,
Were you able to work, talk, eat, drink, sleep, party just normally,
Normally is defined simply when overall “high” still exceeds overall “low”,
But not by much,
If you did all that was to be done just about normally,
Then my friend make a habit of doing just that,
Swim along to stay afloat till you grab on to another “float”,
For it is in these “pauses”, troughs and waves,
That I have seen several lives,
Drown to early deaths in the “high seas” of their inner self.
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