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Riding a cycle

Most of us know how to ride cycle.
And of course there are a lot of experiences (mostly bad) that we still remember like how we fall when we lose our balance or if there are any potholes on the road or if we ride the cycle with high speed. But then we stand up and try to pedal our cycle again till we can manage to ride it overcoming all the potholes.
This is exactly what happens with us in reality.
That cycle is our success, those high speed winds are our foolishness, those potholes are our relationships and pride and those handles of the cycle is our focus. When we ride this cycle on the road which is named as life, we will fall a lot of times but after that fall we should always grab the handle again to ride the cycle untill we fall in the pothole of death.
Yes, it is then when the cycle should stop ultimately

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