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In Trying Times, the Balm of finding Solace

There are grim passages in our lives when each day starts and ends with dread, when endurance is a form of victory. Such times as when a project deadline is in the offing and you are nowhere close to completing it and above all, your boss is the type that tolerates none of it. The dreariest of them all is when life is sending you to the brink of hopelessness for example joblessness or even for self-preservation’s sake, the pressure to make it in life. Self-discovery is one of the hardest things to come across in our youth. I feel this is the least talked and researched about passage, in all the walks of life. In my own opinion, it is the gravest, arduous and life-changing concept in itself. Coping with the grimness of such times comes in many forms, to different people. Such times, I turn to reading for solace. When days and nights are kaleidoscopes of constant reminder of failures: weeks long self-beating, middle-of-the-night startles, daylong upbeat email checks, same old, same old.

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