Never lose sight of the meaning of your life. You have to know who you are and what you want. You have to strive to make your dreams become reality. It’s not that hard. All you need is a plan and persistence. Opportunities will knock at your door as you proceed. I know that it’s going to be hard sometimes. It’s going to be vague and dark. But, you have to keep marching. That’s how our species survived. They kept going no matter how bad it was. No matter how violent the wind is, or how high the waves were. They continued. Firstly, believe in yourself. Secondly, develop your skills, unleash your potential. Always, try to refresh your perspective. Don’t accept all the realities. Things can be changed. You can change. You are a continuous flow of light. Sometimes you flash, other times you dim. The trick is to keep your speed constant, no matter how much you glow. You are temporary, but not. You will be forgotten, but this is not the whole truth. You are a part of something greater and arguably successful. Not exactly a cog in a machine, but yeah, you can think of it like this. If you were honest with yourself and the world around you, things will be getting much easier; surely you will suffer but with a fair amount of suffering overall. Be prepared to pay the price of your integrity. There will be many challenges and tests along the way to measure your credibility. Stay unwavering. Now you go and do what you want OR have to do. And do it well. Whatever it was, whatever it might be
Lately, I've been going through new experiences. Yesterday I was in the woods, the forest for the first time in my life. I had one particular idea that kept resonating in my mind. Murakami, what was the name of your novel? But I had a stronger feeling. I was honestly frightened. To me, the forest is a living organism. If it likes me, it welcomes me; if not, it can swallow me whole. Which novel Haruki When I entered, I used the main road. But something inside me whispered, 'Do not be afraid, you will not be swallowed today.' I stepped off the main road to use a narrower, wilder path. The road ahead is a steep, sloppy incline, winding through towering trees. The ground is blanketed with countless fallen leaves, concealing the uneven terrain beneath my feet. Each step is uncertain. I stop and look back, realizing it’s just me and the trees. They watch me as I watch them, and for a moment, we share a quiet appreciation. When I look at them, I don’t see mere wood and branches. I...
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