A storm came and he fell on the ground. He was hurt, broken and shattered. After all, he hit rock bottom. He mustered some courage and decided to move forward. The road ahead was slippery and he moved up for some time and then fell on the floor again.
It hurt him more but again he gathered will power and decided to overcome his miseries. He was determined to come out of hell. This time he was moving up with a strong resolve to come out.
He was steadily moving up and was about to come out as a free spirit but alas! he lost his way and fell on the floor again.
It was his third fall and this time he didn't wasted a second in remorse. After all, he knew that what doesn't kills makes him stronger.
He was again moving up like a brave solider on a mission.
"It has been three hours since the young girl was watching an ant struggling to climb up on a slippery wall. She didn't knew what happened but she was crying inconsolably watching the ant struggling to move out."
Finally, she uttered while wiping her tears that someone has rightly said that
"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."
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