Cold coffee with Ice-cream.

Cold coffee with ice-cream resembles bitter sweet relationship that goes synonyms with challenges and opportunities we experience in mundane life. Challenges are unlimited; overcoming them gives the pleasure of enjoying opportunities earned by us. Just like the ice-cream in the glass, opportunities are limited yet their taste last longer. It lingers as and when we think about it. Both coffee and ice-cream are taste apart yet their combination is marvellous. They both retain their distinct taste, remaining aloof yet bonded by circumstances. So are challenges distinct for every individual from cradle to grave. Stumbling and getting up after every fall reveals the very nature of our primitive spirit called humans. Opportunities are the like the oasis in the desert very near yet so far but gradually grabbing them is like crossing the desert storm with a smile on your face. Opportunities ignored will melt like the ice-cream in the coffee leaving a bitter taste until the next opportunity knocks your door. Equally inspiring are those individuals who utilise their challenges as fuel to convert them into potential opportunities. It’s not an easy task as it requires an individual to believe in himself and work hard to prosper. The bitter tastes of challenges keep the person awake, restless and crave for success. Burning of midnight oil and waking up before the dawn to witness the rising sun, whose light illuminates every dark corner on the globe further fuels a step ahead in the direction of success. Fighting spirit within an individual always wins; don’t worry about the delays they are bound to happen even the nature is in a constantly struggling with challenges on every front.

Remember you have to enjoy cold coffee with ice-cream and coldness resembles unsympathetic attitude of the society towards unsuccessful individuals. Learn to live life with your own perspective don’t bother about others.

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