A vague unpleasant emotion that is experienced in
anticipation of some ill-defined misfortune is called anxiety. The disquiet
feeling of a missing positivity of a situation of concern or an unease of a
relatively continuous happening with crushes the mind within the virtue of
it. When the expectance of good
diminishes under the avalanche of ill-circumstances, there comes the urge to
rise up devastating the impact of it.
It needs a large amount of power a precision to overcome
from the height below which mind is buried. A large amount of unfluctuating
positivity and patience are required to win ourselves. There will be quite a
dilemma of what is to be done next when no way is found at first. A self-set
way is to be made survive and live our way to our destiny.
If luck and skills are better than the occurrence of the
feeling, then the survivor takes the reward.
Heights of fury of
avalanches’ shade,
Can be in place of your
death bed;
Unless you find own way
to rise,
To get a life alive
surprise.