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Fall down 7 times, Stand Up the 8th 💙🌈

"Nana korobi, Ya Oki” is a Japanese proverb that roughly translates to: “Fall down 7 times, stand up the 8th 💁

Failing or being rejected at something is not necessarily a bad thing! 
I too have gone through such situations and know that the feeling of being failed at something brings disappointment. I cried because I lost the opportunitied that could have changed my life. 
But then, in retrospect I realised maybe that was not meant for me, I really don't know what God has in-store for me🤷. But that would be definitely the BEST ❤️
Sometimes, we take failure as an absolute extreme🤷, 
But the Rejections that we face in our life are accelerators,a course correction to our destiny💙
Resilience, Strength, Perseverance, Determination & Integrity this is what I learnt from failures & Rejections I faced in my life🌈
Perseverence taught me to be optimistic about the future🥰So if I had to choose just one skill in my life, it would be perseverance💙

Never give up.
It's a journey into self-growth & self-exploration❤️
If you fall, learn to get back up🌿

If you fall down this time, learn to fall forward the next🌟
No matter how many times you get knocked down, get up again💫
There are no quick fixes in life & anything of real worth will necessarily take much struggle and perseverance🌸
Success does not have to be fast, what is more important is that one simply does their absolute best and remains persistent🌼
So let's fall 7 times, & stand up the 8th💙
What say?
Perhaps we ought to keep count of the number of times we stood up instead?
Accepting rejections is the best way to become the best version of yourself ❣️

Let's make Treasures from Trash💙
Diamonds 💎from Dust
& Beauty from Ashes ❤️
Let's fall, & stand up again and again💙

Let's not give up💙

Let's embrace ourselves 💙


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