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PAINTED THOUGHTS

 
                       Painted Thoughts are intersection and routes of what the mind wants”
                                                               Cara Faith Omeh.
 



        Have you ever been tired of doing nothing? Because it seems that the something which you do is almost like nothing! Finding no explanations for the lackadaisical attitudes and response given, which further affect your poise and stance even in decision making.

           The idea of work is not actually seen doing something at all times, but the result shows the input of resources (work). The advent of a journey to people is strong or weak, convincing or retiring, concise or uncertain, which makes decision maker unaware of the end result. Well, there could be a painted imagination of how, what, and perhaps when the result would be, but as it is, certainty is almost a mirage, except when really believed.

 Can our plans to make our score change in life?

Characteristically, my answer will differ from so many individuals, my reasons? A lot! 

           Experiences and knowledge has shaped us differently, our disposition to life and situations, decisions and tolerance, attitude and goal setting, all these are courses of life and its major lead. But, can there be a change of course after a long journey on that course? Can wood be felt as an iron ore? When do ladies thinking or strength seem or becomes like the men’s? How often does an 8inch foot wear make a lady seem she is still beneath the conference table? When did suit become linen that could be torn in piece, bit after bits? The major question is, when did it all begin? 

            Action as they say rise above words, but would thought not be the pioneer of it all? An action or event occurs after thought, brief or lengthy. Therefore, what actions do we take that ought not to be? 

















 

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