What’s the motive for you rising every day and placing one foot in front of the other? Where is the will being generated from that keeps your internal engine turning? What are the self imposed restrictions that you have placed on yourself from reaching your potential? At what point do you finally realize that you’ve had enough?
It seems that we as a society are so often confined to such a small world. Going through our daily lives performing the same meaningless task that we did the day before, as well as the the other thousands of days. What is it like to live a life of true meaning? Even better, does such a life exist? How are we supposed to be able to add some sort of meaning to a world of seven billion with such a little amount of time.
I realize more and more that those who are remembered the most are also those whose stories have been elaborated upon the most. Look at Jesus for example. Excuse my sac-religious nature.
Actually, don’t excuse my sac-religious nature. Embrace it for what it is. Enjoy a concept that might be different from the one you carry. Understand my point of view and hopefully it will help you better clarify your own.
Sometimes, a person is able to further complicate one’s owns beliefs by experiencing another mans which are to the contrary.
A reason why there is such little tolerance in our world lies in the fact that people are unwilling to accept things outside of their realm of comfort as acceptable. How are we ever going to be able to break this never ending cycle of judgement and self restriction if it is so deeply ingrained in our society? It seems impossible.
But impossible is nothing.
Impossible is a big word tossed around by small men. Small men who complain that a task can’t be accomplished because of the barriers that lie in the way. The men that are remembered are the men that shattered these barriers. No man has ever been remembered for living an average life. The proof of this can be found in your history books.
Tell me who Alex the Third is from 17th century England. Exactly; you can’t. I’m sure that at some point in the 17th century and Alex the Third existed. But did he live a life of exceptional proportions? Probably not, otherwise he would be remembered today. But correct me if I’m wrong. For the sake of the argument I’m trying to create, ignorance is not bliss.
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