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To each, his own is what an old proverb says,

Its the mantra that would always be my mainstay,

For when the madness threatens to overwhelm,

Its best to look within, to restore the calm.

The pressure, the speed can always threaten,

Making one a pawn in the game that moves on;

But, its a choice one has to make,

Knowing how to manage one’s own stakes.

Not every battle needs to be fought,

Not every mountain needs to be conquered,

Its the ones that matter to “me” that have to be sought,

Its the ones that are mine that need to be defeated.

As the journey threatens to get more taxing,

I will make my ways to make it memorable and intriguing,

Because its seems like the last mile to the first milestone,

Let me make it count, without losing myself in the storm