Once upon a time, there was a lovely happy jungle located in the deepest forests of Gir… These were times when the civilisation hadn’t mushroomed wildly. The jungle had all inhabitants who lived in harmony and followed the rules and regulations of the nature. All were happy and life went on.
Who does a Leader share his/her vulnerabilities and fears with? Who can he/she call their own in their darkest hours… Who can just just hear their human woes and shortcomings??? Who? Or is a Leader sentenced to a life of loneliness and to remain imprisoned in their own minds?
From childhood we are taught to question ourselves if we ever think outside the box. We are chiseled and crafted to not just box our thinking and curiosity within the confines of centuries old learning boundaries or as simple as wear a uniform across our formative years to be like everyone, but to also think & understand & act in a uniform regimented manner. Anyone who ever dares to feed their unique thoughts and convert them into their own unique actions are tempered to toe the line and be like others.
Why have we buried our unique individualities behind templated masks. Why is Masking a necessity in today’s environments…
Taming the beast of change has never been easy for any living being. Those that did tame it, survived… those who didn’t … well normally never lived to tell the tale of their folly 🤓
Let’s not chase the elusive third goat …
We all are ultimately the outcome of what our mind decides. If our mind says that we can’t .. then we can’t for sure… If our mind says we can… then we can for sure… all the greatest battles won were won in the mind first… all the greatest successes achieved were achieved first in the achiever’s mind… only then it fructified into reality.
The deluge of necessary and unnecessary information in this age and time is astounding and mind-numbing. The cache is storing trash that practically had zilch recall value.
Destiny is no matter of chance. It is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for, it is a thing to be achieved.
William Jennings Bryan
Who decides which stone becomes a divine idol and which one becomes a gravel on the road. Which paper becomes a mythological epic that is revered and which one becomes scrap… interesting poem that I came across