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Just another aspirant's story...

By chance in the middle of your preparation you open your Instagram or LinkedIn and all your insecurities come crawling back and then you pick up a fight with your bestie/ bf (also another aspirant) just to throw him under the bus stating you are the reason I couldn't do n number of things in life. Your peers getting into Ivy League Universities, clearing various exams gives you anxiety at the top of your breathe. This story is not only mine but I believe of all the other UPSC aspirants who have deeply dived into the ocean of knowledge. After reading all the syllabus for this journey, Degrees just seem to be a paper because certainly back in College, we all chased which official brands paper would you like to be hanged on your wall (Just like any other clothing). I did start late because of my Law Degree and it had it both pros and cons but after nearly 2 years of serious preparation here I am again starting for Prelims for 2024 with all my doubts and insecurities back... All I needed to hear was my mom telling me EVERYONE HAS A DIFFERENT STORY, DON'T COMPARE YOURS TO OTHERS... 

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