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Once you are living on Earth, there will be situations that would try to mess you up. What you should know, understand and remember is that you are not the only one going through that situation, neither are you the first to have ever gone through such, nor will you be the last person to go through same. Well maybe you will be, but only if the world is coming to an end in the next second.
However, how you handle what you go through would determine how the situation pans out for you, and whether you are going to be labelled as one of those who were able to overcome or who were defeated by that situation. You may not have decided what happened to you, but you get to decide how it ends for you.
As it’s said, long as the lion doesn’t learn how to write, the tale would be told to glorify the hunter. One of my favourite quotes: In writing the story of your life, let no man hold the pen, should be a guide to you.
Determine who you allow into your life and who you keep. If you allow people to decide which role they would play in your life, they would subsequently decide which time to sign off. Own your life and write your script.Decide which part you would allow each and everyone who comes your way to play. Devise the chapters you would allow them to appear in and finalise where you would write them off.
It’s probably one of the most emotionally down low moments of your life right now, but pick up your pen, craft the script you wish your life would portray and turn it to suit you. If you allow them, they would say they came and left, if you own it, you would tell them that was actually the end you allotted for them. Tell your own story.

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