knowing who you are

Why is it that at your lowest all the fears come knocking, asking you about your whereabouts for all the times you were absent? All the terrors about how you will become like the other family members who still today live like slaves of an unknown master, who will not stop until they all meet their grave in person although by the looking of the eyes, death has already met them. All the disappointments of how you have never achieved anything come rushing in as water is in flooding weather and discouragement steals the moment which used to belong to your dreams even if it was just for a while…it is at the time of one’s weakest point that all these errors and failures come and remind you that they are part of you and you of them whether how fast or far you may try to run away from them.



Yet it takes one who knows his or her identity to be able to modify the battle in the mind and choose rather to hold on to those dreams…the thoughts that compasses you in that world where only two people are allowed in, thoughts that leave the soul to finally agree with the body as the mind intertwined the two…the peace that encompasses your world when you do anything that directs you to your dream…the passion in the love you have for your dream…



Yes it’s a matter of identification…the courage to identify who you are, identify yourself with your dream and strive to let your dream identify you and with you…



At your lowest when fear comes knocking...let your identity take courage over it and love will flood your mind and at that time, you will realise that you are a part of your dream and your dream is a part of you.