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The beauty of our thoughts

We've grown up this way
And that
Learning and unlearning
And winding and unnwinding
We've found our ways through every path
That buckled and cobbled,
Because even when we are babies,
We know exactly what we want.
Whether we want to cry
Or we want to laugh.
Of course there is more thought than science
In this world.

It's beautiful how we shape up
More than our anatomy, the fact that we've picked up
So much
Is elegant.
Have you realized
The difference between an item on your bucket list
And the same item on your 'Been there, done that.'
It's called the magnificent slope
Of learning
That has instilled in you
So many virtues, so much more awareness,
A newer perspective,
A fuel for your imagination
And that is what is taking you forward
Each day.
You never realize it, but your mind
It's a magical thing!
It's ingenious.
So know that
And believe it
And believe that when you want to give up
That's your thoughts taking the silly route
That's you wanting a mere break,
To learn something new,
To discover different things
By taking a mainstream slowly.

Know that
Nothing you ever do
Is completely wrong
But you can make it better.
Know that each mind
Is a magical thing,
And believe it. 

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