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Neither Yesterdays Nor Todays


Is the Past real? Yes. Is the Present real? Yes. Is the Future you see real? Saying Yes to this is living, the very definition of life, your life. The Yes requires courage. Courage to define you and be yourself. It needs vision. Vision that you alone can let people in the world see. It demands fearlessness. A fearless march against the so called normal towards your vision. It is true of a fish to swim upstream. It is not a question of survival and wise-fulness. It is a matter of being what you ought to be. Only the dead and weak ones go with the downstream. The real fish leaps over the obstacles to be in with the upstream.

Dream your future. Dream the bigger ones. Embrace your dream. Start seeing the beauty of it. Start smelling the fragrance it spreads. Start feeling the happiness it brings. And see the magic of your dream turning into a reality. You yourself can witness your ability to make things happening. You don't even have to dream the biggest at the very moment. But you can start practising the habit of defining your dreams now. When you do, you actually define your tomorrows. The more you focused the more they are turning in the way you want them to be.

DreamingAway: Dream it

Neither your yesterdays nor your todays mean much to you if you are so busy setting your tomorrows which gives you automatic direction for the happenings. How many flower sellers one can find between his home and the work place? Not many can get it right no matter how many times they commute in the same route. But when your goal is to buy flowers you will find so many flower sellers on your way. Only when you have the goals defined, you will find the right opportunities appearing far closer to you and the distractions go fading away.

You may get frightened at the beginning to define the virtual images. But then, once you start doing it you will get addicted to it and as Kural "ஊழையுà®®் உப்பக்கங் காண்பர் உலைவின்à®±ித் தாà®´ா துஞற்à®±ு பவர்" says, with effort you can even win over the fate and let it obey your orders. Children are good but the joy that your own child brings can never be matched with someone else's child because the joy is born out of the pain and pleasure of carrying, caring. So start designing your tomorrows. Carry them in your womb and with infinite strength that you never felt before flowing inside you, give birth to your todays. 

Kovil Pillai P.

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