The Sky is Not the Limit




The moment you say that the sky is the limit you are limiting yourself. You are already on the backfoot before you have even started.

Do not restrict yourself by using such words. Be open-minded. Be free. Be ready to go beyond the beyond.

The sky is not the limit, remember this. It could be a milestone, yes. A minor success, yes. A starting point for another sprint, yes. A beginning of another journey, yes. A new challenge, yes. But never a limit.

Live in the world of possibilities. Swim in the ocean of opportunities. Float in the air of options.  Expand your horizon. There are many worlds beyond your vision, beyond your imagination. Explore them. Become limitless. Unshackle your mind.

Don’t let anyone tell you that it is not possible. Don’t let someone talk you out of chasing your dreams. Don’t let others decide what you can or cannot do. You are the boss of yourself. You are the master of your destiny. You rule yourself, no one else.

Bring out the sleeping giant in you. Awaken your true self. Rekindle your spirits. Set the trail ablaze. Reach out for the stars. Take the leap.

Consider criticisms as applause. Think those who laugh at you as jokers. You carry on, no matter what people say. Let them do their job. Their job is to make fun of others. Your job is not to lose hope. Even if you lose it, find it again.   

Keep colouring your dreams. Choose the right shades from the rainbow. Be the painter of your life. Be the writer of your passion. Be what you want to be.

As Henley said,

I am the master of my fate; I am the captain of my soul.

Become the master of your fate. Become the captain of your soul.

Decide your destination. Carve out the path to reach it. Believe me, the sky is not the limit. It can never be for the dreamers. Keep dreaming. Only the courageous dream.

-          NZ

18.7.2019     

Comments

  1. Deepak Mehra20 July 2019 at 08:02

    Inspiring. I like what Sh Mohammed says: Sky is the beginning!

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