Hopeful: An article by Khushboo Yadav

Life is a struggle, it is full of ups and downs, successes and failures. Problems are part and parcel of our lives, but problems are not bigger than the strength and determination of human being. Don't get disheartened when miseries come in life. Have unshakable faith and be brave because through every dark night there is a bright day after that.

Hope gives birth to the overcoming life. It always believes for the best even in the worst circumstances. Problems are part and parcel of life, but as there is saying where there is will there is a way.

Have confidence in yourself, optimism is a faith that leads to achievements. Hope inspires us to perform our best, whereas disappointment kills us.

No good books, no spiritual discourse can inspire you until and unless you build your hope. A small candle dispels the dense darkness. Despair not, remember Lord Krishna says in the Gita "To work you have the right, but not to the results."

When the world is full of criminals and sinners, saints are our hope with their love and compassion and enlightenment. A doctor is a hope for the patient suffering from acute pain or some serious disease.

We all are eternal souls. All power is within us. There are so many successful people who started out with the failure. Remember Thomas Alva Edison, an inventor known for his many failures long before his success. His positive saying is,"I have not failed 10,000 times-I have successfully found 10,000 ways that will not work. Another is J.K.Rowli ng,a broke, divorced single mother. She was rejected many times before the publication of Harry Potter.

Life never stops with failures. Learn a lesson from your mistakes. Never lose your hope as it gives birth to success. 




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