Who am I?

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The bridge stands high on the water below
The two paths i am free to go,

One through the mysteries of Life downstream---

The other straight to Dreamlands flow.

With two fireflies blazing the lonely trail,

Like Royal Sentries in a funeral pail,

I braved the Rain and the Darkness' pain--

Never to reach. Anywhere Again..

I climbed and climbed and climbed that night,

Through unknown terrains with the two dots of light,

All the night they did fight and love,Love and Fight,

Until they were dissolved in the morning Light.

Its said that the route i took that Night,

Passes through the Gates Of Eternal Strife,

Whereby an old guard as old as Time,

Asks for The most precious possession of your Life.

I dread to think what i left that night,
Forever at the Gates of Eternal Strife,
A gush of winds knocked me over and i saw...
Without Shadows ....i stood in the morning Light.

Still when i think in moments Alone,
Which road i took on that fateful Night,
I can hear from the valleys down there,
Below the bridge and besides the River,
Someone crying in a voice thats mine..
Asking me again,"Who Am I ?"



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Get. Set.Go!

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'I have missed more than 9,000 shots in my career. I have lost almost 300 games. On 26 occasions I have been entrusted to take the game winning shot... and I missed. I have failed over and over and over again in my life. And that's precisely why I succeed''.
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Michael Jordan.

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When I read quotes like this, I feel like a nobody. But a nobody who is worth being somebody. I feel elevated to a plane where I start expecting things from myself. There is a sweet thing about achievements we never realize. We often mistake it for success, which is the mere music and praise part of it .Which is nice and important, but not as satisfactory as the act itself. And in this small tricky race , we forfeit our individual acts and goals, and replace them with praiseworthy acts for the masses .We become more interested in presenting than preparing.We become shameful of commiting mistakes for the sake of feigning perfection.And its in this vacuum of hollow giving that we eventually get sucked into and call it done! On the contrary, great minds, once having ‘believed in something passionately, feel, that the secret of success is to err, err and err again..but less, less and less each time. This , I have realized , is the single differentiating point between the ordinary and the extra ordinary—that little extra..

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We common folks often wait for the perfect time, the perfect moment, the perfect person that will tick off a perfect life to begin. In the preparation for life, living remains forgotten. While, on the other hand, peak performers with that little extra something,believe that the obstacles in life are called hurdles,just not for nothing, but because there is surely a way over it .So next time on, when you have to go through some bad time, some unfair weather, some unfinished work, some unrequitted feeling, don’t fret and wait for Life to begin after that. Rather smile, and start running.Sooner or later its for our good to realize that these obstacles were our lives.

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