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life is not about finding yourself.
IT'S ABOUT CREATING YOURSELF...

i don't really know whether or not do i understand the meaning of these lines nor do i know whether i am in the right position to be able to appreciate those words.
though, of reading those words i felt life, which seemingly is the subject in the above lines is in the least the subject. the subject rather, is the "self" because of which life is.

To let yourself flow and keep trying to discover the direction ur flowing in is vanity. The courage rather lies in deciding upon a destination u decide not to flow in the direction of but swim ur way to. As you swim ur way till your desired mark you celebrate on ur way that u choose a path fr urself and are solely responsible for anything coming along in the chosen course.

The celebration lies in not acclimatizing to the hard-hitting waves but evolving a stroke to surpass the hurdle with equanimity.

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