We make plans and then due to our own ignorance, we expect them to work. Life doesn’t care about your plans. It doesn’t care if you have big dreams. It’s still gonna hit you right in the face. And when that happens, most people suffer amnesia, that is, they forget the beauty of their own dreams. They forget why they were unique. They forget what makes them happy. And that’s when a dream dies. A blazing fire within their souls to change the world gets doused.
But for those few rebels, this just causes a bump on their heads. The most amusing thing isn’t that they get crazier for their dreams. The most amusing thing is that they wear the bump as a badge of honour and inner victory. For them, failure doesn’t seem to exist. Yes, they are defeated too, but their love for what they do is much greater than the pain of their defeat.
This is to those people who believe in miracles. Those who have faith in their hearts that everything would work out in the end.
And this is the only reason that these people don’t have stories to tell but rather legacies to share.



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