A moment comes in life when the ground we stand on turns feeble. The dwindling state marks the certainty of our fall. Finally we fall with no glory whatsoever attached to it. This time it becomes very difficult for us to rise. Through no fault of our own when we fall or thrown into a state of utter humiliation, we lick our wounds and rise subsequently, for we are not at fault. But it becomes next to impossible to rise when we fall for a silly mistake. There is no rescue from this random descend. It is like when a warrior never troubled by gushes falls prey to a minor bruise.
This sounds real... Ur observation is down to earth... But we could not forget that moment and that humiliation very easily... rather we prompt our memory to act as if it is forgotten...
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