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Question
After you have made a choice do you always think about what might have been, or do you accept the reality?
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Solution
Taking a decision sometime can make or break our future. Having made a choice, I accept the reality. Reconsidering a decision or contemplating over it is not a positive approach towards life. Such thoughts never allow us to be happy with what we have gained from our decision. Therefore, I believe in sticking to my decisions.
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