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	<title>Comments on: finding strength</title>
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		<title>By: Ben</title>
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		<description>Many years ago, I went through the exact same thing as you. I had given up, both mentally and physically. I was on 8 weeks of leave all up because of the stress I was under. The doctor wrote me a certificate that would cover everything that was owing to me because I was sick and just not getting better, since I didn&#039;t have either the strength or the will to. I was safe in my sickness.

One morning I woke up and looked straight up out of my bedroom window at the completely clear blue sky with the warm sun coming in, and something just clicked. When we were young, before being thrust into school life, we would look at simple things in nature and be purely fascinated and in awe at the wonderful things around us and be happy. A simple video of a ladybug crawling through the grass when you looked through the square window on Play Skool was top shelf entertainment. Back at the roots of our innocence, happiness and satisfaction was easier to find. I had that same snap of calm you did, but it hit me like a tidal wave.

Now, I still get kicked down hard, and generally when I try to rectify the situation I just get kicked harder for sticking my neck out. But each kick for me is a lesson in life of what NOT to do to people, and hopefully one day, I&#039;ll have learned enough to be a bigger person than them and get my chance to remind people of that original innocence.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Many years ago, I went through the exact same thing as you. I had given up, both mentally and physically. I was on 8 weeks of leave all up because of the stress I was under. The doctor wrote me a certificate that would cover everything that was owing to me because I was sick and just not getting better, since I didn&#8217;t have either the strength or the will to. I was safe in my sickness.</p>
<p>One morning I woke up and looked straight up out of my bedroom window at the completely clear blue sky with the warm sun coming in, and something just clicked. When we were young, before being thrust into school life, we would look at simple things in nature and be purely fascinated and in awe at the wonderful things around us and be happy. A simple video of a ladybug crawling through the grass when you looked through the square window on Play Skool was top shelf entertainment. Back at the roots of our innocence, happiness and satisfaction was easier to find. I had that same snap of calm you did, but it hit me like a tidal wave.</p>
<p>Now, I still get kicked down hard, and generally when I try to rectify the situation I just get kicked harder for sticking my neck out. But each kick for me is a lesson in life of what NOT to do to people, and hopefully one day, I&#8217;ll have learned enough to be a bigger person than them and get my chance to remind people of that original innocence.</p>
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