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Thoughts are dreams when you sleep with eyes closed. Alert: Not referring to the Walter Mitty personalities out there. Am I 'too hopeful' when I dream?
Disagree.
When I stand alone on the riverbank the waves of ideas touches my feet and compel me to walk on the sands of time. My job is to walk. The footprint will appear when I take the next step.
The silent breeze soothes my mind. Hush! The hand of action picks a stone and drops it in the serene water. Slosh! Stone disappears. What does it leave behind?
Ripples of consequences. One. Two. Three. Small little circles. Growing bigger in the moonlight.
And alone beneath the open sky sparkling with stars of destiny. A crab. A scorpion. A bear and a bow. Constellations all around me. Some look tiny and far. Some are huge. Many more which I don't see. Ideas are many and so are the destinations. Many I see. Many I don't. I long for a far-sight-ability to see both the ones visible and the ones missed. And the ability to choose the pearl of the pearls.
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When I see the gulls crying near the bay, flying over the fishing boats... I see a mirror in between.
The gulls cry. Humans talk. Gulls fight for food. Humans do. Gulls follow the food. Humans do. And I think 'how are we different from those beings who lack intelligence? We fight, we quarrel, live and die. What's the difference?
The difference is the level of sophistication. In short, we are SOPHISTICATED ANIMALS.
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Will I be called Great for the above unique though and the weird perspective? Or will the remaining sophisticated animals mock me for defaming the entire species including my own self? Sigh !
Greatness cannot be awarded. Greatness cannot be claimed. You might be great in your own unique way. It is not for others to certify. You are not great just because people call you so. Greatness lies not in the comments. Greatness lies in the heart of the Great. Greatness lies in the choices made and the resulting sacrifices.
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