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As I sit in the college library, typing this out, I can't help but let my thoughts wander off. An average human being conceives about 60,000 thoughts a day. What is to say that one of them isn't the potential cure for cancer or the eradication of poverty? Why is it that we judge people on the attire they wear or the size of their wallet when thoughts are all that change the world? Thoughts isn't something limited to the rich. All of us own the same time, the same time to conceive and act upon any of those 60,000 thoughts. Like the sperm race, one of those thoughts lays down the theme for the day. We blame that thought and take out our disappointment on others. Have I won the thought race just like the sperm race to ultimately realize that that victory is the only one that doesn't matter? There's this quote that says “life is what happens to you when you're busy making other plans”. This quote hits me hard on a personal level. All my life, all this seemingly busy life of mine, turns out that I've missed watching life fly by. This isn't a blame game. This is me taking ownership. I embarked on this journey to maintain a blog about emotions a couple of months back and this has been the best decision I've made. Not the thought of starting the blog, but actually getting down and penning down my first post. I'll never forget that feeling. I don't write for fame or for laurels. I write because it makes me feel good, something that I've been searching for a long time. The only question you have to ask yourself at the end of the day is was it worth considering you're now one day closer to the gates behind which lies ultimate order, not chaos, just order.

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