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Let's kickstart this site with a story from my childhood. You guys up for a story?
Well I hear a "Yep!"
So, here it goes:
When I was a child I loved freezing water. I would fill a pan to the brim and keep it in freezer. But I was impatient as hell, so I keep checking the water every hour or so.
When a thin layer of ice has frozen over water, I used to punch it. Then I again put in freezer.
Every hour later, same episode happens, but the ice started to became jagged and more difficult to break. So, the destructive me would stop pounding his fist and used kitchen tools like knife & hammer.
(Readers be like: "Who keeps a hammer in kitchen?")
With them, I can at least punch a hole in the ice. Then I would fill water to the brim and...
(Readers be like: "Yep. We know, put it back in freezer'. We get the idea Octal, stop repeating yourself")
But over and over, they would also stop working. And at one point, you can beat the ice with anything, and it would just chip a little, but no cracks.
(Readers be like: "Okay, we got the story. But what's the point of it?")
The point is that we all start like the water. We can be anything. But slowly as we mature, an ice becomes to form over us. Call it wisdom/maturity/coming of age et cetera. But, we stop dreaming. We get realistic/conformist/wise et cetera. And that's where the fault is.
Don't let the adult in you forget the child. Preserve that childishness.
It's the source of your greatness and your downfall.
Without it you are just like everybody. That child makes you somebody.
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