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I fear. I fear many things. Sometimes the fear in  me becomes so strong that my brains starts visualizing brilliant stuffs( VFX quality) just to give me the. It somehow automatically picks up a folder from my stock of memories and then lays a almost perfect plot for me to feel the fear. Quite amazing, isn't it? It happens with most of the people. Therefore, citing the above example, I am normal.

Now sometimes quite opposite happens. Being a science student I shouldn't just write "sometimes". It's a relative term. So just to say in terms of numbers if fearful thoughts come 67% times then the other ones come 33% times. Sometimes I just do things. Not in a fit of a moment. I make proper plans,think of the consequences and then I do. And this 33% leaves a mark,in my personal memory library,if not on the world. 

So I once analysed why this 67% thing exist? And what's the difference between me in both the phases?  During the 33% thing I never think of failure. I just do the required stuff in the best possible way without thinking whether I am capable enough or not or whether I will be liked or not. And this is the general feelings which comes in the situation ranging from imaging ghosts to meeting goals.

The feeling that you get after achieving your goal is inexpressible at least in my words. And as the old saying says "you cannot feel the success if you haven't faced defeat". So most probably that is why the 67% of doubt is required to feel the 33% earned joy.

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