ভাবনা: সাতশো আটাত্তর ……………………………………………………… এক। Where's the happiness? In love, or indifference? In obedience, or power? In pride, or humility? In research, or faith? In celebrity, or oblivion? In poverty, or prosperity? In ambition, or sacrifice? In my view, happiness is in the sweetness of good vibes, distributed with no idea of remuneration. Or, on the other hand, under a more precise formula, our happiness consists in the feeling of other people's happiness, generously created by an act of our own. দুই। I'd like to tell you that you live like you know you're going to die soon and that you'd die like you knew how to live right. Friendship only makes sense if it brings heaven closer to us, and if it opens up right here heaven's beginning. If I die before you, I don't think I'm going to be surprised at heaven, as being your friend is already enjoying a piece of heaven! তিন। I can't tell you who I am. It's funny. I mean, I know it well, but I can't say. Above all, I'm afraid to say it because the moment I try to talk, I not only express what I feel but also I feel I slowly transform into what I say... I'm how you see me. I can be as light as the breeze or as strong as the wind; it depends on when and how you see me go. Don't give me the right formulas, because not always I expect to get it right. Don't show me what you expect from me, because I'm going to follow my heart, anyway. Don't make me who I'm not. Don't invite me to be the same, because I'm, honestly, different. I don't know how to love in half. I don't know how to live by a lie. Furthermore, I don't know how to fly on my feet. I'm always myself, but be sure as hell I won't be the same forever. চার। We're stargazers... and dreamers.. maybe fools just. We cry behind closed doors, even though the whole world is open to us. We're pounding on the other side, asking for a little hope. We're shedding tears and sweat from our faces, those little, salty steps. And we can't see the sun shine and the air smell...freely. It's like we're afraid of happiness. And it was only the suffering that has left our hearts and brains... But... if not about luck.. then what would we dream of? পাঁচ। There are many beautiful and admirable places in the world to which man or powerful nature has imprinted an unforgettable and admirable face. But there are places that do not reap our admiration to such an abundance, and in doing so are often more beautiful and harmonious than all others. I, too, know a small part of the world where I like to return, in which I found grace and was impressed by the power of Mother Nature's lines. Here the legends and faces of the ancient gods come to life. The small pond above which the grey-blue rock rises is set in a slightly undulating surrounding meadow surrounded by a dark and tall forest. From the rock to the water surface falls several shores that rise from the very depths of the earth, like silvery curls of hair of the god of watercourses. On a slightly undulating surface, water lilies sway, their flowering looks like red-pink candles on a hot summer's day. A few coconut-trees rise around the shore, looking down in a dark blue mirror as if to see their face drawn by the golden rays of the sun, or perhaps to see a mermaid in the depths. Thousands of colourful meadow flowers bloom in a nearby meadow in soft grass, where hundreds of beautiful butterflies dance their engagement dances. And he who looks well will see himself dancing with rainbow butterflies and little flower fairies in the light afternoon breeze that ripples through the grass straws. Grasshoppers win the dance, and from nearby bushes, forest birds sing to them. As the day draws to a close and the west burns in red, shadows come out of nearby trees that are embedded in green grass and a special semicircle. Perhaps it was once a monastery of ancient, powerful wizards and priests, where they performed their detachment and magic. In the last rays, when the sun gives up the reign in favour of the night and the stars light up this special place, everything goes silent and a silent calmness is spread. But it is a semblance. One who can listen properly can hear the water in the lake sing and the trees and stones speak softly. They tell old, long-forgotten stories of what happened in these places, and which people no longer remember... every time I listen to their voices, I feel the magical power of this place, which pours peace, strength, and harmony into my mind and my body. The human imagination is endless, and from ordinary places such as a cottage, forest or pond, it can create a piece of the world whose image is imprinted into our hearts, and every time we go back there, we experience something new and extraordinary... ভাবনা: সাতশো ঊনআশি ……………………………………………………… এক। The beautiful landscape was all around. As far as the eye could see, beautiful nature. It was the turn of spring and summer. There's greenery everywhere, everything's blooming. The sun warmed pleasantly. The gentle breeze added a sense of freshness. Birds from all over the area held a concert. Crickets competed on twittering and shouted at each other. The butterflies fluttered their wings and floated smoothly and tenderly around. She was standing on a hill. Beneath it, wide fields and a hill from time to time. Just meadows and a forest here and there. Fluffy white clouds floated calmly across the clear sky, far from avoiding the majestic, brightly smiling sun. Somewhere beneath it were grazing deer, near the glistening surface of the pond. She savoured the look with a full tinge. She smelled the smell, she felt the warmth, she let herself get through the beauty. She saw, she felt, she was. She became part of the beauty. At that moment, nothing bothered her. Suddenly, rhythmic and melodic music began to approach. She stood and listened, she watched, she was. The music was getting louder. She was in the middle of the crowd, singing, playing, celebrating. Suddenly she was singing too, living music, perceived, was... It was beautiful, the intoxication, the belonging... and all of a sudden it was all gone, and all that was left was sadness and loneliness. She was alone in the middle of the wide world. There was music in her head. Appealing, soothing, full of desire... She was all over the place, she was in it. Suddenly she was the music. There's nothing left of her. Just quiet, whispering music full of desire, sadness and vain hope... দুই। And what about us ... We're just getting a little... behind a fleeting dream, with a microphone at the mouth, and we're screaming it out into the world. With a pencil, we write it into the world and draw about it in pictures. Sometimes we cry it out into the sea, sometimes we cry it into the river. That's according to who has ever made a living. And we don't have expensive clothes, so we stand admiringly at the window and say we're going to go inside one day. What's more, what's more, what are we? We're just roving artists. And we have competition around us. And others have already gone you know. And others are falling. We fall---if we fall together. We grow---if we grow on the same page. Hand in hand. Because we're friends. If I lose a sentence, I'll find it in the picture, and if the painting is silent, the music will scream in my mouth. And I see you in music. In the words you put me. And then we'll get together and with this "defence" we'll just move on... তিন। "To be free, you have to see the truth," the father smiled at his daughter. She thought. "But how do I know what truth is?" she asked. "Many lies are needed to hide one truth, for the truth is immutable and indestructible, it is the foundation of being, and it is made up of our entire world. Lies support themselves, for they cannot exist without the help of human faith. Lies infest your head and affect your conscious judgment—so always look with your heart, little one, only then will the truth always be clear and unmistakable." "When you say that, I feel good about it, but I don't understand your words," the daughter complained sadly. The father laughed. "See, you look with your heart!" he exclaimed. "You don't have to understand words, they're just a means of communication, and I can't express everything I feel with them. Words are mostly weapons of lies because they draw out the voice of your heart. That's why it's so difficult to teach someone about the truth— one has to experience its weight. But don't hang your head, little one. Once you know the truth, it'll be much easier for you to tell it apart. The truth will become your sword of freedom, a point of reference, and a certainty that you can hold on to whenever a lie attacks you." "Is there no other way to discover it?" "My little one, you will soon know that there is no simpler and more reliable way of discovering it than an ordinary feeling. The truth is all around you, you just have to let it show you. You've got everything you need here," father pointed to his chest. "You don't have to bother and struggle, because the effort is the means of a lie. All you have to do is to stop trying to find the truth — that's when you'll find it." The daughter finally smiled. "I feel like I know how to do it..." চার। The Past: Everything that is is up to me. Everything's closed and clear. You're just insecure, wobbly and unpredictable! The Future: I am all dreams that will one day become reality. I'm hope, and you're just a graveyard! The Present wakes up and says: What a terrible dream! Complete schizophrenia...!!! ভাবনা: সাতশো আশি ……………………………………………………… এক। I think and think about my life, I remember the meetings when I met and passed people who had ever come my way. Planned, random and unexpected encounters have always hardened me for a game called life. Life visits me like a brightly coloured moving ball on a billiards canvas, such a diverse game develops day in and day out, and I realize that I enjoy this game more and more. Just as the balls move back and forth, bumping into each other and moving each other, to their proximity and touch, some miss and fall into oblivion, others go around the arch, others embrace their artistic falsification, they crush into each other with all the vehement moves, so is my life interwoven with the people with whom I share this wonderful game. I remember friends from childhood, school, employment, various good and less enjoyable events. Anyone who has ever passed me by and given me a common touch of being, even one who has only ever stood beside me, all those who have shaped my life's game and are still forming, they all give me a sense of joy, and I am eternally grateful for the experience. I like to play! I've been given a lot of advice and fields in my life, and that wild muttering on the screen keeps pushing me on and on. And when the last black ball disappears in the dimple and the white stands alone in the bright light of victory, even then the game does not end, a new foundation is built in a three-game dimension, and the game continues in millions of combinations of rotating balls. Each of us is one, the main white ball, which, even if it wins or falls, is always a ball essential for an ever-lasting game. It's a story that never ends. The game is life itself! দুই। An old tortoise who had been a long-time secretary of a local bank died once. The animals therefore agreed to audition for this difficult responsible work. But only two candidates applied; the first was an ugly but honest and reliable toad. She lived in the town for a long time, she knew who could be trusted and who could not. She was smart and bright, and I'm sure all the animals would have admired her for her character, but because the toad was very ugly, they didn't talk to her, and they didn't care about her at all. The second contender for the best (and highest paid) place in town was a beautiful peacock with his helper---a cunning fox. They were both in town only briefly, no one knew them, nor did they know their true character, but the animals bet on the first impression and magnificent image of a peacock with a fox and chose them. And so it came to go that the place fell to them, who only burned promises, instead of the old ugly toad, which undoubtedly lay on the heart and only the welfare of the locals and their desires. She also warned them not to entrust such a delicate thing to people they know virtually nothing about, but do you think anyone listened to it? They just laughed at her stupidly. Meanwhile, the cunning fox advised the peacock to collect as much money as possible from the animals so that they could make as much profit as possible. The peacock sewed at first, but eventually he agreed. So, all the animals put their savings into the bank and were already looking forward to how big they would receive as interest. Only one animal looked at the peacock with the fox through its doubts---it was that toad, which until now had incredulously refused to entrust its money to those two losers who could not be trusted at all. And so, one freezing morning, the animals found with horror that the peacock and the fox were gone with their money! They started crying as if the earth had fallen on them. The poor animals did not know what they would live on, and they lamented and regretted. Only the toad laughed and said, "You see, you see, only the beauty and sympathy you have looked at, and how you have now turned out!". ভাবনা: সাতশো একাশি ……………………………………………………… এক। Do consider that the life of death does not end anything. I'm trying to think about what the meaning of life really is. Why are we here? It's all a coincidence, or we're just living in a reality that has no future, so it can't be changed. By chance, I understand the match of situations, the match of place and time. Is everything going as it was intended to be? Is life just one big stage? Maybe we're here because it's predetermined, maybe we can change our existence here, but maybe it's just too late, and we who are here are the actors standing on that stage who can't change the script as they want. Sometimes it happens that a mistake enters the program, that is, into our lives. I think that's what I'm thinking! Something might change, but it all ends the same way. A play of compliments, a life of death. The actors leave the stage, but what happens after death? Are we going to rest or another rebirth occurs? I wonder if I've been given life as a punishment or a gift. If I had never been into a life, I would have been indifferent to everything, of course. But I'm here, I'm alive! I've met a lot of people. Many of those I have hurt have hurt me, but only one has given me the strength to fight, endure, and constantly has an open arms for me, where I feel the greatest sense of security. If it wasn't for my work, I'd probably never know the perfect woman who's not only my favourite person on the planet, but also my best mentor, yes, she's always with me. She knows how to help me, she does too much for me, and I don't know how to thank her. Words are not enough, and deeds are nowhere near as worth inspiring me when I am not at my best. I'm only grateful. Nothing is more important to me. This lady is the best of them all, I wouldn't trade her even for the whole world if I could be born again and remember my life today. Many would say that for them, safety means home. I can feel it in her shade. In the sacrifice of a woman who means everything to me. We met by accident. I was originally supposed to be elsewhere. I was upset about my life. In fact, our friendship was formed by a by-event, and the moments when nice, some important words fell into my soul which may not have occurred at all, but I am glad that it happened and later became my destiny. Only a few coincidences were enough, and that heartbeat can certainly be heard even to this day. As promised, death will not do us any part. By reasoning, I'd conclude, life is a coincidence, our common destiny. I don't believe death ends life. Vice versa! I think it's a fresh start. The beginning of the end. That's probably why I'm not afraid of death. I'm afraid of life and its blows. The wounds that hurt and will hurt forever, that I get, heal slowly. It may disappear in time at the helping hand of friends, though I don't believe it, but the scar will remain and never go away. Just like memories. দুই। Love, there's so much I want to tell you, but you know I can't talk, and I always get involved. That's how you're going to have it all at once. Let's start at the beginning. Before I'd met you, I was the element---wild, unfettered, free... The first time I saw you, I didn't know you were going to change everything. I liked you right away. You were fine. And then the look. Your magical eyes. I didn't think I'd see you again anyway. But I did. Our first meeting. We understood. I can't even express that feeling right after the first meeting (it's my expression again). I feel like I want to see you again, that I'm intrigued. On the second date, you grabbed my hand. At that moment, I just wanted to be with you. You know, all of a sudden, I started to care about something. It's up to you. It wasn't like I was just looking for a weekend, so I could have fun again, but I got up every morning thinking maybe I'd see you. You were my inspiration. Then when I knew I wanted to be with you, I was scared. I didn't know how you saw it. Then I'd be happy that you see it that way. It's hard to classify our relationship. Sometimes calm or alive. Sometimes without words, sometimes full of laughter. It's beautiful, unbelievable how I feel about you. How time passes in your presence. You're all incredible. The way you can entertain me. When we laugh together, we fool around, or we just text. When I'm lying next to you and I can look at you forever. You're my wish, my angel. You're so close to me. I think we can do everything together. You and me. You're still next to me. You can tell me what I need to hear. I love your touches, your looks, your words, your actions! I didn't believe I could be who I am. That I can love like this. That I'd only want to be with one person. That I'd give up everything just for the feeling of being with you. That I can forget everything else and live the moments. I don't know how you did it, I don't get it. But I know one thing for sure, that I love you. You know if you'd left now, I wouldn't be able to live like I used to. And you're giving me all this. You're giving me the strength to live. You're giving me energy for the next few days before I'm with you. You changed me, and I know I don't want to be the way I used to be! Because living for someone, living off their happiness, their joy, and their smile, is the most beautiful thing that's ever happened to me... ভাবনা: সাতশো বিরাশি ……………………………………………………… এক। I don't dive in the same river twice. Well, that's been a truth for ages. But I go fishing in the same river all the time. Well, that's been a tragedy for ages. দুই। I think about falling in love the whole time. Therefore, I have cooked some ideas about it in my head. Fall in love is the most beautiful thing in life. It kind of becomes an addictive substance, after which a person feels filled with happiness, feels a blissful feeling, feels attractive, desirable. It's kind of hard to fall in love. There's nothing heavier. When it finally happens to you, it can have two coins --- good, bad. When we fall in love, we're blind. Our thoughts circle only around a loved one, and we wish we required the same from them. We can't focus on anything else. If the person in question loves us, we're floating in the seventh heaven. But if it is the other way around, we feel great pain in our hearts. Indescribable! We see a loved one with pink glasses, the worse the feeling turns when falling in love with you gradually occurs. What I mean is that at first you don't want the person in question very much, you don't like their mistakes, and gradually you stop perceiving them. Sometimes it's the other way around when you don't see anything, and then you see mistakes and the relationship vanishes until it goes out slowly. So the question is, how does it turn out if you feel nothing first and then fall in love gradually? Because we want our feelings to be remedied, we are afraid of rejection and loss, we perceive everything around us much more intensely, and we also annoy our surroundings with the great need to constantly talk about each other. Unfortunately, love and infatuation are not always about happiness. Sometimes it happens that instead of feelings of happiness and joy, pain appears. This is often irritation; tired, aggressive, we are depressed, at night we suffer from insomnia and wakefulness, we are afraid of what the future will bring, we feel distasteful, we lose weight, we do not enjoy life, we avoid the surroundings, and we are disgusted for a longer time to other contacts. We're hurting ourselves, and there's no help. Of course, that's not the case. Because we're in love, and we have more meetings to make. Even before that, we lived a beautiful life without that person. No one's going to fall in love with us, we're not going to meet anybody if we frown on the world. তিন। It's important to me that you know how I feel before you leave. When I see you, I can't express everything the way I'd like to, so I'd rather write to you. The first time I saw you, I fell in love with you. From the moment you first kissed me, I belong only to you. And so, as incredible as it seems, I've never slept with anyone else. I need you. You're not just the most amazing lover to me, you're a great friend, and my first ever love. I've figured out that nothing has the right meaning without you, and I'm really sick of feeling like I might lose you. I know I'm not perfect, but I honestly love you. I've never been as good with anyone as I am with you. It's not important that you're not in front of me if you still want me, and you like me a little. I believe so, so please don't leave me alone. If I've ever done anything to hurt you, I'm very sorry, and I'm deeply sorry. But believe me, I never meant to cause you the slightest pain. I'll do everything I can to make it up to you. চার। I wish you would be happy in a possible and fast way, I wish you would desire an expressway towards non-utopian but viable achievements, that you would want simple things like an iced juice after running or a hug when you get home, I wish you would desire with discernment and with well-aimed targets. But I also wish that you wish boldly, that you desire some misplaced dreams and that despite knowing them nearly impossible you do not take the troubles into great consideration, but keep them lit, free of frustration, desire with fantasy and courage, being alert to the casualties and miracles, to the imponderability of life, where secret desires are fulfilled. I want you to want to work better, that you want to love with fewer restraints, that you want to stop smoking, that you want to travel far away and wish to return to your corner, I wish you would want to grow and that you desire crying and silence, as through them, we are pulled in, I wish you would have the courage to see yourself more clearly. But I also wish you an unrestrained joy, that you want more friends, and do not need to be best friends, just be good partners of sport and gossiping, that you want the books as much as the temples, that the desire for the light is sincere, that you want to listen to the stories of others, that you wish to believe in them---the coming-and-see of certainties and uncertainties, that you wish not to have so many concrete desires, that the greatest desire is peaceful coexistence with others who desire other things. I wish you would desire some change, a change that is necessary and that it does not weigh on your soul, though changes are feared, there is no other fuel for this crossing. I want you to desire a whole year of many well-closed months, that nothing is left undone, and I wish, mainly, that you wish, that you will allow yourself to wish because the desire is vigorous and free, the desire is innocent, do not suppress your hidden requests, I wish you to desire victories, romances, favourable diagnoses, more money and various feelings, but I wish, first, that you wish, simply. ভাবনা: সাতশো তিরাশি ……………………………………………………… এক। You are the toys you played, the slang you used, you are the nerves to the flower in the vestibular, the secrets you kept, you are your favourite beach or hill, you are reborn after the accident that escaped, that stunned love you lived, the serious conversation you had one day with your father, you are what you remember. You are the longing you feel of your mother, the dream undone almost at the altar, the childhood you remember, the pain of not having worked, of not having spoken at the time, you are what was amputated in the past, the emotion of a book excerpt, the street scene that ripped away tears, you are what you cry. You are the unexpected embrace, the strength given to the friend you need, you are the armchair that bristles, the sensitivity that screams, the affection that exchanges, you are the words spoken to help, the unlocked screams of the throat, the pieces that knead, you are the orgasm, the laughter, the kiss, you are what you bare. You are the anger of not having achieved, the powerlessness of not being able to change, you are the contempt for what others mind, the disappointment with the government, the hatred that all this gives, you are the one who remarks, who despite tired, does not give up, you are the indignation at the rubbish thrown from the car, the burning of the revolt, you are what you burn. You are what you are, what you manage to generate through your truth and your struggle, you are the rights you have, the duties you are obliged, you are the road you run behind, you snake, you search, you are what you plead. You're not just what you eat and what you wear. You are what you require, recruit, scribble, bring, enjoy and read. You're what no one sees. দুই। Even the safest of men and the most confident of women have gone through a moment of hesitation, for huge doubts and doubts, which perhaps did not even deserve to be called doubts, so small. Faltering, you'd better say. Should I go to this dinner, even though I know the housewife doesn't know me well? Do I take the money out of the bank, and I'll take the money out of this madness? Should I email you apologizing for my negligence? Right now, we need a little push. And it is to the pushers that I dedicate this chronicle, to all those who witness the confusion of others and say: go ahead! "Thank you for insisting that I paint, that I write, that I act, thank you for perceiving in me a talent that my self-criticism would never allow developing." "Thank you for insisting that I go visit my father in the hospital, I wouldn't forgive myself if I hadn't seen him and spoken to him one last time, I wouldn't have gone if I continued to be governed only by my web and pride." "Thank you for insisting that I know Sylhet, otherwise I would forever be running away from tourist places considering myself very smart, and with that, I would have stopped knowing the most surreal and charming city that my eyes have ever seen." "Thank you for insisting that I take the exam, so that I would not be a coward in the face of my frailties, only then could I discover what I bring in my body to treat it in time. If it wasn't for you, I would have let this lump grow around my neck and swallow me in fear and all." "Thank you for insisting that I come back to you, so I can stop being a teenager and accept life for two, a family, a serenity that I did not suspect. I didn't know I loved you so much and that I had given you good clues about it, how did you know before me?" "Thank you for insisting that I leave you so that I would go on with my life, thank you for your confidence that we would be better friends than lovers, I was stuck in a social condition that I thought favoured me, but nothing favours me more than this freedom for which you, who know me better than myself, presented me as a way out." "Thank you for insisting that I don't go to that party, I couldn't have put up with seeing the two of you together, I wouldn't have put up with it, I wouldn't avoid another scandal, thank you for holding my hand and locking my door." "Thank you for insisting that I cut my hair, thank you for insisting that I dance with you, thank you for insisting that I go back to school, thank you for insisting that I take that test, thank you for insisting that I treat myself." In times when almost no one looks themselves in the eye, when most people are little interested in what does not concern them, only thanking those who perceive our disbelief, indecisions, suspicions, everything that paralyses us, and spend so little of their energy with us, leaves us insisting on life. ভাবনা: সাতশো চুরাশি ……………………………………………………… এক। Why do people come into your life? People come into your life for a "Reason", a "Station" or a "Whole Life". When you realize which one it is, you will know what to do for each person. When someone is in your life for a "Reason"...it is usually to supply a need that you have demonstrated. They come to assist you in difficulty, provide you with guidance and support, help you physically, emotionally, or spiritually. They may seem like a godsend, and they are! They're there for the reason you need them to be there. So without any wrong attitude on your part, or at an inconvenient time, this person will say or do something to bring this relationship to an end. Sometimes these people die. Sometimes they just leave. Sometimes they act and force you to take a stand. What we must understand is that our needs have been met, our desires fulfilled, and their work is done. Your prayers have been answered. And now it's time to go. When people come into your lives for a "Station", it's because it's your turn to divide, grow and learn. They bring you the experience of peace, or they make you laugh. They can teach you something you've never done. They usually give you a tremendous amount of pleasure... Believe! It's real! But only for a station. Relationships of a "Lifetime" teach you lifelong lessons: things you must build to have a solid emotional formation. Your task is to accept the lesson, love the person, and put what you have learned into use in all other relationships and areas of your life. It is said that love is blind, but friendship is clairvoyant. Tell your friend: Thank you for being a part of my life. Stop here and just SMILE. দুই। How many times did you walk down the street and feel perfume and remember someone you like very much? How many times have you looked at a landscape in a photo but not imagined yourself there with someone... How many times were you on someone's side, and your head wasn't there? Have you ever regretted something you said two seconds after saying it? You must have seen that film, which you two plan to see together in a new way going to be on TV... And you froze because the good of that moment has passed... What about that song you don't like to hear because it reminds you of something or someone you want to forget but can't? Didn't you have that day when everything went wrong, but at the very end something wonderful happened? What about that day when everything worked out, except for the ending that blew it up totally? Have you ever cried because you remembered someone you loved and couldn't say it to that person? Have you ever found a great love of the past and seen that it has changed? For these questions, there are many answers... But the important thing about them is not the answer itself... But the feeling... We all love, make mistakes or misjudge... We've all done one thing when the heart told us to do another... So, what's the moral of all this? Not everything goes as we planned, so one thing is for sure... Don't keep thinking about your weaknesses and mistakes, do everything you can to be happy...today! Don't lie down with heart hurt. Don't sleep without even making a person happy! And start your life with yourself! তিন। If you don't believe what you are able to do, who else is going to believe it? You can say there's a right age, right time, right place; the fact is, such a 'right' thing doesn't exist. It is enough only when you are convinced of what you want and this conviction is an integral part of the process. But when does this moment occur? Imagine a bridge over a river. You're on one side and your goal is on the other. You think and believe that your realization is there. You cross the bridge, you embrace the goal, and you don't look back. You may have difficulties, but if you really believe you can accomplish it, don't waste time: go and do it. Now, if you just don't want to stay on this shore and don't have a definite goal, at the time of the overflow, you'll be exactly in the middle of the bridge. Have you ever seen anyone in the middle of a bridge at the time of the explosion... I haven't either. It's really not simple. When you visualize your goal and create enough courage to accomplish it, keep in mind that for its realization, some details should be very clear in the head i.e. facilities and difficulties will appear, but if you really believe you can do it, the hassles will disappear. Just don't despair. Be a little patient at best. Yes, the basic differences between the three moments are as follows: BLOW THE BRIDGE BEFORE CROSSING IT! You begin to dream... Dream... Dream! Suddenly, you feel stimulated to want or enjoy something better. However, within your assessment, you begin to realize that factors that are out of your control do not allow your skills and competencies to accomplish it. I ask, is it worth insisting? To make it more tangible, let's imagine that a person dreams of living or visiting the moon, but the prospects of now do not allow it, do you dream or plot this goal? So you don't stay in the world of the moon, a little crazy, burst your bridge before crossing it, break with this goal and set off for other dreams! BLOW THE BRIDGE AT THE TIME OF CROSSING IT! I believe it has become clear, but it is up to the reinforcement. The fact that you wish not to be in an unpleasant situation is valid, however, you do not know what is more pleasant, maybe it exists no longer! That is, the lack of perspective or the world explored in thought leads you nowhere. You have a conscientious obligation to create better alternatives. These days, we can't afford to leave without a destination. Our future is not the responsibility of others, we build our future. No excuses, you can start... BLOW THE BRIDGE AFTER CROSSING IT! At first, I commented on the people who performed the task of success and the others who were not so lucky. First, I believe we have to define what success is. I'm for the simple things, like, success is liking what you do and doing what you like. We try to shape ourselves into a culture of certain values where success is measured by possession of things, but it is very stingy that you have what you really want but do not enjoy what you really have. The people who made the opportunity to blow their bridges properly and consistently not only imagined but also crossed and met the goals on the other side are the people who live happily. The objectives to be pursued were constructed within a clear view of what was wanted to achieve, insufficient time, appropriately, through personal or impersonal factors, having facilitators or not, finally with the degree of commitment used for its realization.
