This is no story. No poetry. No rhetoric. No literature. What follows is a thought. Just that. Think about it.
I am currently reading “The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari” and the book has set my mind on fire. It has further corroborated what I have believed all my life since I had the brains to think from; only believed because I never had the courage to really follow it completely.
Isn’t it strange that all of us want to become similar things (like: rich, famous etc.) in life despite all being so very different people that we hardly can agree on any issue at all, ranging from the ill-effects of a mosquito-bite to the 123 Agreement? Isn’t it strange all of us recognize the importance of studying very hard whereas none the importance, or worse still, the pleasure of walking barefoot on dew-besotten grass?
We are all so smitten with becoming what the world wants us to that we completely forget what we want ourselves to become. Life is so driven by an external remote that we completely forget about the steering wheel sitting plumb right in our own hands.
Take control before it’s too late. We all have pasts and presents riddled with aspects that we wish rather wouldn’t be there. Stop. Do not wish. Act. Let them not be there. Let’s fill our minds with all things positive. Remove all negativity gradually and silently without telling it about its expatriation, so that it doesn’t make itself larger and more tempting than ever before, making our tough job still tougher.
Let’s take “the road less travelled-by”. It’s less easy and hence more rewarding. Friends, I, for one, have started the process of stopping (albeit in a very small way)-stopping doing what others expect and want me to, but I don’t.
I dare you?
