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PATHBREAKERS





"Be neither a conformist nor a rebel, for they are really the same thing. Find your own path and stay on it", advised Paul Vixie.

What we think is our nature, is actually a force of habit and Habits have a tenacious hold on us.
A conformist will toe the line, with misery in his heart, pain in his eyes, living the life of a docile sheep in the herd. One amongst many, who get tossed and hurt by the shear power of the herd.
To conform to already trodden paths and be wary and traumatized of your own unique identity is a squashing and subjugating of your own beacon light...your personal trademark, your own rubber stamp. No one can ever be 'you', for your 'DNA', is peerless and matchless.
YOU ARE THE CREATOR'S WONDER.
Why do you want to be cowering and hiding like a shy bride, in the shadow of the luminaries? Why should your lamp be a, flickering candle in the vast ocean of light?

You are the sun, you are the moon, You are a spectacular, many splendored thing, created with its own powerful, potent 'SELF'. There is absolutely no need , to strive, to push yourself to fit into an established and comfortable mould.
Create your own designs and be fearlessly'YOU'. Genres and labels are for things, not for the glorious humans.
Why should you bear any atrocity because it's a custom? Why should you follow any fashion because it is in?
Let's not be dead fish and go with the flow. Let us be courageous enough to risk being tagged as a "crackpot", than be looked as a "conformist". Morality does not test integrity, it tests conformity; the Japanese proverb warns.."If you believe everything you read, you better not read". The untrodden path is full of mystery and suspense.
A Hindi film of a potboiler..."aye mere humnasheen chal kahin aur chal, iss chaman mein apna guzaara nahiin..

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