I sometimes sit back, look into the past and marvel at how my life has panned out.

Several years back, I had no money in my pockets , would have to sacrifice food while living under my friend’s shelter.

There were several other instances though challenging which were overcome over a period of time.

The moments which are hard are generally the ones etched in our memories.

They are the ones that make our lives special lending that special story.

They also give us that extra thrust to take us to the next level.

Perhaps we value the moments which were hard, anything which comes with ease, we simply ignore.

If the taxing moments are the one that defines our lives, why do we shy away from such experiences?

I love my story.

Do you recall the ordeals in your life? I would love to hear it from you 🙂