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I started this blog as a means of discovering more about myself, and I haven't been truer. What started of as random ramblings during sleepless nights has now grown to be my voice. I believe everyone has their own voice, and they all express it in different forms. My sister draws, I write and I know a few of my friends who create music. The deeper you look at all the works, the more you'll understand about their voice, their stronghold view on this Earth. 

So many days have gone by when I've sat down only to realize the pace at which the current generation is moving forward. Credit it to the ease at which information is available but the reality is darker than it seems. That's when I came across this quote Don't compare your beginning to someone else's middle. This might have been the picture perfect excuse for procrastination, and mind you it has, but a lot has changed ever since. Self acceptance is something I find lacking in most people. It isn't accepting yourself for the role you could potentially play if you listened to the society, it is the role that you could play if you listened to yourself. It is accepting your flaws and your strengths and treating them one and the same. Not everyone is going to be an entrepreneur. In fact, most of us will work conventional 9-5 jobs and still be happier than the richest. If only more people would take a second to themselves and realize how far they've come, we'd have far more happiness. Why do we have to feel a sense of failure upon someone's achievement? Isn't pride the correct answer? Why do we have to look at our work and feel disgusted and ashamed only because a prodigy does it ten times better? If that was the framework, it would be surprising to see how we'd have moved past the world war age. I'll take my favorite example, Steve Jobs. He was working with Steve Woz to come up with Apple. He wasn't the genius, and he certainly knew many others who understood the tech better. But that's what made him Jobs and not Woz. That acceptance. 

When I look back at this blog, I see how I've evolved as a person. Certainly not enough to have published a book and become a best-selling author at the age of 19, but enough to look back and smile. Maybe that's all the human race is searching for. Through the deserted sands of competition, the drop of water that is your soul, I guess that is what we're searching for. We aren't worried about who others are, we're worried about how that will affect us. We are indeed a selfish race. Then why not be selfish and put your acceptance ahead? 

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