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cggaurav · 2 years ago
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cggaurav · 4 years ago
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#brenebrown #wholeheartedness
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cggaurav · 4 years ago
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cggaurav · 4 years ago
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#mentalhealth #digitalhealth
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cggaurav · 5 years ago
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cggaurav · 5 years ago
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#covid2019
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cggaurav · 5 years ago
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cggaurav · 5 years ago
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cggaurav · 5 years ago
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cggaurav · 5 years ago
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cggaurav · 5 years ago
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cggaurav · 5 years ago
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Biases from behavioral science
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cggaurav · 5 years ago
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Digital times.
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cggaurav · 6 years ago
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Its in the situations of discomfort and stress, where you find the most capacity to grow, just like the lobsters, as the Rabi says.
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cggaurav · 6 years ago
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cggaurav · 6 years ago
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cggaurav · 6 years ago
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If by Rudyard Kipling
If you can keep your head when all about you      Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,   If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,    But make allowance for their doubting too;   If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise: If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;      If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;   If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster    And treat those two impostors just the same;   If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools: If you can make one heap of all your winnings    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss, And lose, and start again at your beginnings    And never breathe a word about your loss; If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew    To serve your turn long after they are gone,   And so hold on when there is nothing in you    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,      Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,    If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,   Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,      And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!
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