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You might relate to this. Majority people travel on same route, everyday. And on this  everyday route, we often miss few things which we should notice. Same happens with me. Maybe it's how our subconscious work. We look at the same things everyday but we miss few things everyday as well.

Similarly, on my route, there is a giant ten storey abandoned building. I don't know why I never noticed, maybe there was no reason to notice. But once I did, it gave me a weird vibe. So for next few weeks, everyday when I passed by this building, I took a short glance at it, and that vibe started to form a thought, slowly.



And here is the thought,

Everyone dreams to have a great life, a voyage they could boast about. A grand party at the end. A huge conclusion like a movie. Just like that building was supposed to be at the end. But maybe, just maybe, we all could be wrong. 

Maybe all we need to have are little wins and little losses. Maybe all we would get is a small house party at the end. Maybe, all we should build is a short house, but complete. Rather than a big ten storey abandoned dream.

Maybe greatness doesn't mean having something grand in life. Maybe it just means understanding what life stands for. It may stand for making your family happy. It may stand for learning what you desire. It may stand for traveling to places, so many more things.

So next time you see a quote about how to become great, just try to ignore it, cause maybe, just maybe, you are already great!

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