Try Till You Succeed

![Reset.png](https://steemitimages.com/DQmP6FAK7tCWWtTLHF8HWEtXr9cR2bBnz98tJxJPRSrAeUo/Reset.png) **Try till you succeed!** We have have heard of these words–*totally drenched in wisdom*–at some point in our lives.! Haven't we? Myself, being just like any normal person, have also been given these life lessons, countless number of times; by my teachers, when I was in my high school and several times by my parents during the course of my lifespan till now. It's not that I do not understand it or do not want to abide by it. It's just that, its too difficult to practice in real life. Lets face it, not everyone possesses the grit and determination to climb "Mount Everest", but those who do possess, book a permanent spot in the history books for themselves. Coming back to the story of my life: Since my childhood–*till puberty*–I was "that guy" of the class who was almost non-existent for all the other students. I didn't have a single friend and my life was miserable, if I put it mildly. My father had a transferable job, which effectively made sure that I do not continue in any given school for more than a couple of years, at max. Adding to the misery was all those new languages that kept haunting me, every time my father got posted from one state in the country to another. *For those who are not so familiar with Indian geography*, India might just sound like a nation, but our cultural and ethnic diversity can give any continent, a run for its money. And hence, a new state would most often mean embracing new linguistic & ethnic beliefs. My inability to adapt to the alien surroundings & the overwhelming feels pertaining to it would always keep pulling me down. As a person, this had left a lasting effect on my personality. I lost interest in everything. My studies felt the biggest brunt, as my grades kept deteriorating. Sports was never my forte, but now I would not even watch it on the TV. If I were to summarize myself in one word, I had become a 'looser', not that I was not already! Throw any challenge at me–*no matter however minuscule it might be*–and my primitive instinct would kick in, to take evasive actions. My parents tried everything, in their capacity, to change my outlook for life, but the depressing feeling had housed into me so deep in my heart, that nothing helped.

To Be Continued In Part 2

Please Upvote, if you feel awesome today!

https://steemitimages.com/DQmXNr1bAGaMnPFGABixVKwJKq8pqhAmjbHWSyMfayhzvnp/%40vinyprop.jpg