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I Become: Experimentation

 

I was, I will be, I am… as a human being, the most powerful thing we have at our disposal is the ability to tell stories, and the tools to do so… Language, technology, creativity… These have borne and advanced civilisations; nations; political, social, economic orderings; and so on. At the individual level, we are more or less bound by what we allow ourselves to be.

My wings unfurl, tease the winds… at whatever level you are in life, it is importance to exercise your skills and talents, that way, you will be able to progress in life. This way, you give wings to your dreams to become a person of value to yourself and to others.

Promises, they take life in deeds, in doubts… Once you make a promise to yourself to rise up above your current circumstances, it follows that you have to take action. And action you must take, in fear and in doubts, for at times – as the adage goes, showing up is half the battle won.

Pirates, this life needs adventure… the process is the becoming, and you might as well as enjoy it. This as life’s only guarantees are death and taxes.

Bland turn to colour… living means attempting different things… a new lover, a new business, a new job, learning a new skill, moving to a different area or country… Again, we have the advantage of another adage, ‘variety is the spice of life’. In short, don’t be boring by existing instead of living, surviving instead of thriving!

In dreams I, in deeds I… Hence was this experimental video imagined and executed. It is not perfect, but let me live you with the last adage, ‘Practice makes perfect.’ Kindly like, share and subscribe. Thank you! (And don’t forget to live while at it as above smiley emoji)

The link to the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xxGggV_-0v0&t=8s

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