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Now, I have a challenge. I wouldn't call it tough. It is time-bound.

Creating utopia is a both man's and woman's dream. The only difference is, the man starts thinking about the implying imperfections despite the fact that he, too is willing to give in his best for the perfect world. The woman, on the other hand, lives in the present tense and is constantly irritated by the alleged foresight of man. Whether this may or may not lead to a disruption, that only time can tell. But for man, there is nothing important than a woman who understands his dream and pushes him to go further and further. Such are relationships, and to give them a worldly name would be unjust.

It's weird. The man, in constant effort of finishing the challenge, tries hard and hard and hard. Soon, the fear of failure creeps in. But what is he afraid of? Is he afraid of failure? Why would he be? Because he hurt his ego? Or because he lost?

The reason of the fear cannot be known until the outcome of the effort and the time taken for the outcome are evaluated. It may be ego, love, fear, or a combination of all three. There is no way to get away from this fear, for the joy of a challenge is that there is a fear of loss, and when there is no fear of loss, it ain't worth a challenge.

As I keep writing, seconds pass and turn into minutes, and then hours. Every clock tick tries to tell me that I am going to fail and that I will lose everything I have. But hey!!! Listen!!!
I've lost many times. And after each loss, I've gained more than I could ever have!

Some winners might oppose my point. I don't care. I know I'm a winner because I can cover up my loss. Japan lost its two cities in the second world war, but that is the reason why it is what it is right now.

Damn, let me get back to work :P


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