<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840426902612023106</id><updated>2024-09-13T21:29:05.954+05:00</updated><category term="A Letter To My Younger Self"/><category term="A Story Of A Lifetime"/><category term="One Decision And A Totally Different Life"/><category term="Tomorrow"/><category term="You Are What You Believe"/><category term="Your Last Day On Earth"/><title type='text'>Berit Hope</title><subtitle type='html'>I&#39;m a writer and a motivational speaker.&#xa;Converting my notions into words.&#xa;All about conception and reality.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840426902612023106/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bakhtawar Ijaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00090349439179249946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuSbEG8i3TIqIyU7p9_wF8RvkuPftOOtxjLfdqKW-YfmmFGK76TqGdL6GHXUEnhI7n6i1f06LRnIpuVO9vOrNtUEM3TkrKcvCFvRfv3Lj9DOi8Y4xfrh6CnA1iIrl_78/s113/image-801965370.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840426902612023106.post-2346019311362405850</id><published>2021-04-19T23:22:00.000+05:00</published><updated>2021-04-19T23:22:02.852+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Story Of A Lifetime"/><title type='text'>A Story Of A Lifetime </title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;A Story Of A Lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I was once told that to become who you might be, you have to walk away from what you are now. I couldn&#39;t see it at that time. But somewhere locked away in the depth of my soul existed the spark. The flicker of light that would change everything. All I had to do is to find it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Those footsteps they define your destiny. A symphony, that becomes your soundtrack. Wind for your sails and the song that would guide your journey. And your pockets they can&#39;t be empty, if your heart is full. The book can&#39;t be unwritten, if you hold the pen. The path can&#39;t be unclear, if you just trust yourself. This is the lens that illuminates your world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSAqggkL44ibD6OmzacfFsocI37Itkz_HNIKPsIY8uPE1Ukn2_BgHqIssSVKU4DJpRejADH7WNeyu9A4xpjlrVzCYRYl9BC5gzCPA9xnHP-g65hrij4wR_7DACOxsf4vnJSYiotiwyMGI/s1920/students-5831655_1920.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1280&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1920&quot; height=&quot;299&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSAqggkL44ibD6OmzacfFsocI37Itkz_HNIKPsIY8uPE1Ukn2_BgHqIssSVKU4DJpRejADH7WNeyu9A4xpjlrVzCYRYl9BC5gzCPA9xnHP-g65hrij4wR_7DACOxsf4vnJSYiotiwyMGI/w504-h299/students-5831655_1920.jpg&quot; width=&quot;504&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;And when you fall, promise to get back up. When you feel misplaced, remember that getting lost is how you find yourself. When you&#39;re scared, know that its darkest before the dawn. These are the stairs that will take you higher. Tired is not defeated. Wandering is not lost. Vulnerability is not weakness. Mistakes are not defining. These are pages in the story you are writing. And it&#39;s a story for a lifetime. So pull back the curtains, dance in the moonlight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sing at the top of your lungs, so that every soul from here to infinity ignites.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Life is too short to miss a moment, too beautiful&amp;nbsp; to overlook, and here you are with a map, a key and a horizon waving you on. So follow it through the airwaves, pass the mountain, beyond the dessert. Follow it until your legs are weak and your eyes wide. Let it be the song that carries you home. Let it be the story of a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #333333;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;, Arial, &amp;quot;sans serif&amp;quot;; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&quot;Share your story with someone. You never know how one sentence of your life story could inspire someone to rewrite their own.&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Open Sans&amp;quot;, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/feeds/2346019311362405850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/2021/04/a-story-of-lifetime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840426902612023106/posts/default/2346019311362405850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840426902612023106/posts/default/2346019311362405850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/2021/04/a-story-of-lifetime.html' title='A Story Of A Lifetime '/><author><name>Bakhtawar Ijaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00090349439179249946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuSbEG8i3TIqIyU7p9_wF8RvkuPftOOtxjLfdqKW-YfmmFGK76TqGdL6GHXUEnhI7n6i1f06LRnIpuVO9vOrNtUEM3TkrKcvCFvRfv3Lj9DOi8Y4xfrh6CnA1iIrl_78/s113/image-801965370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSAqggkL44ibD6OmzacfFsocI37Itkz_HNIKPsIY8uPE1Ukn2_BgHqIssSVKU4DJpRejADH7WNeyu9A4xpjlrVzCYRYl9BC5gzCPA9xnHP-g65hrij4wR_7DACOxsf4vnJSYiotiwyMGI/s72-w504-h299-c/students-5831655_1920.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840426902612023106.post-744674763540410210</id><published>2021-04-17T01:39:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2021-04-18T02:04:05.504+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="One Decision And A Totally Different Life"/><title type='text'>One Decision And A Totally Different Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;One Decision And A Totally Different Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;It may be that our greatest gift in life is that we are always one decision away from transformation. We are always one decision away from a new path, with new experiences, new beliefs, new identity. One decision away from a totally different life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s almost unclear that all the days leading up to now, everything we knew ourselves to be can be discarded and left with one swing of an exe gone. What is more miraculous than that? We live at the intersection of two imaginary worlds. Right the past and the future. The past is gone and essentially meaningless. Yet as the provider of our identity it still rules over us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQ1T1ygzPQOKlm6JhJXr-s6AVeOhEjx9qI6B2WIYXw4eBSaZgZu-H0POAwrhZE1JBeZKShl2CZSblJmMlc2m4eWxy5OnjeiX-C9dvkMZjRFhij3P4RXCyye4Ns2stz32gmyfwm711tt4/s1920/girl-1208307_1920.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1280&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1920&quot; height=&quot;241&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQ1T1ygzPQOKlm6JhJXr-s6AVeOhEjx9qI6B2WIYXw4eBSaZgZu-H0POAwrhZE1JBeZKShl2CZSblJmMlc2m4eWxy5OnjeiX-C9dvkMZjRFhij3P4RXCyye4Ns2stz32gmyfwm711tt4/w446-h241/girl-1208307_1920.jpg&quot; width=&quot;446&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Our sense of who we are comes from our collection of past memories. That imaginary world of yesterday like the elephant tied to the chair with the rope. It hasn&#39;t realized, It&#39;s strong enough to break free. It doesn&#39;t know that what can find him is not the rope but acceptance of a lie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;And that&#39;s with the past. That&#39;s what identity is a lie. We are not yesterday. We are right now. And from the minor things to the significant things we get wrapped up in that lie. We overlook the gift of control we have over our future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;What does it mean to say I&#39;m not a morning person, that in your past you had not conditioned yourself to wake up early. What does it mean to say Oh I let people walk all over me, that in your past you didn&#39;t stand up for yourself. What does it mean to say I&#39;m awkward or shy or I struggle with writing or running or public speaking. So maybe you did. But what does that have to do with right now? What does that have to do with realizing the control you have over your life? Because simply realizing you can disconnect from these narratives that they are not you is the superpower. Realizing that calling yourself a bad student because you failed a test was like never taking off your raincoat because it rained yesterday. Once you realize that right now is the beginning of the rest of your life. You can start making little changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Identify not who you were but who you would love to be and move towards it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Read the power of habit and atomic habit so you can understand that change isn&#39;t crazy or big or scary. It&#39;s moving little things in your life around. So that they work for you, not against you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Start waking up and thinking about not what has happened but what can happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Not what can go wrong but what can go right. You are always one decision away from a totally different life. Because you are always one decision away from change from walking away from the narratives that you have accepted. But remember it not just when things are fine but remember it when you&#39;re struggling, when you feel restless or uneasy, unsure, uninspired, sad, angry, not content with the reflection in the mirror.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;You are always one decision away from a totally different life and that decision should be first and foremost to choose future over past. Your next step over the last one choose your ideal world and start building it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;“If you care about what people think about you, you will end up being their slave. Reject and pull your own rope.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;― Auliq Ice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/feeds/744674763540410210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/2021/04/one-decision-and-totally-different-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840426902612023106/posts/default/744674763540410210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840426902612023106/posts/default/744674763540410210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/2021/04/one-decision-and-totally-different-life.html' title='One Decision And A Totally Different Life'/><author><name>Bakhtawar Ijaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00090349439179249946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuSbEG8i3TIqIyU7p9_wF8RvkuPftOOtxjLfdqKW-YfmmFGK76TqGdL6GHXUEnhI7n6i1f06LRnIpuVO9vOrNtUEM3TkrKcvCFvRfv3Lj9DOi8Y4xfrh6CnA1iIrl_78/s113/image-801965370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiQ1T1ygzPQOKlm6JhJXr-s6AVeOhEjx9qI6B2WIYXw4eBSaZgZu-H0POAwrhZE1JBeZKShl2CZSblJmMlc2m4eWxy5OnjeiX-C9dvkMZjRFhij3P4RXCyye4Ns2stz32gmyfwm711tt4/s72-w446-h241-c/girl-1208307_1920.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840426902612023106.post-6662921813075506922</id><published>2021-04-15T22:22:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2021-04-15T22:22:32.004+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Your Last Day On Earth"/><title type='text'>Your Last Day On Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Your Last Day On Earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, imagine with me that it&#39;s a fall morning years from now. Right the sun is shining through your window. You would get out of bed, just like it&#39;s an other day but this day would be different. It would be your last day on Earth.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVlSddKo89b3KoqfbD8ZJAgpaO5bq5p6hPoO8vSQv8Z1cPwF0VkJjYvRFF6m5LIaTsOE_fcy6OCm5YuoMKZcNQIHReX5kWmkoOw33399P3KfHfsEeY1lNQ33jRdS_S0bHEa4p6ceBFjM/s2048/e9745cb4b970d388fb81180472dfc4b1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1104&quot; data-original-width=&quot;2048&quot; height=&quot;264&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVlSddKo89b3KoqfbD8ZJAgpaO5bq5p6hPoO8vSQv8Z1cPwF0VkJjYvRFF6m5LIaTsOE_fcy6OCm5YuoMKZcNQIHReX5kWmkoOw33399P3KfHfsEeY1lNQ33jRdS_S0bHEa4p6ceBFjM/w471-h264/e9745cb4b970d388fb81180472dfc4b1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;471&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You walk outside and begin reflecting on life from day one to where you are now and in that moment, my question to you is what would you value most looking back? I&#39;ve always been fascinated by this question because It&#39;s a simple reminder of what&#39;s important. It brings much needed perspective.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what would that moment look like your last day? when you look back on everything you&#39;ve done. You most likely won&#39;t focus on how tough the climbs were. You probably won&#39;t remember the battles and the struggles. And you&#39;ll remember the moments of victory. The times when you&#39;re able to do something significant and to help and to be near those who mean the most to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What we learn as we get older, as we progress through life is that failures dissolve. Right they fade away. They provide us with the wisdom that we so desperately need and then they disappear into the universe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s the other piece that needs our attention that quote we&#39;ve heard a million times about regretting the things that we don&#39;t do more than the things we do. And how fear constantly gets in the way of our potential.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So imagine you continue this walk outside. Do you think about your dreams? The things that fear kept you from becoming? Because on your last day alive in the face of death. You&#39;ll probably realize that the worst scenario wasn&#39;t as scary as you thought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Study after study shows that the biggest regret of people with limited time left is living according to the expectations of others, not having lived a life that was due to themselves. We&#39;re fortunate enough to have that wisdom now. Why would we not act on it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don&#39;t let yourself be the person who looks back and dreams about what if. Do your dreaming in the present. We are all writing our stories, make yours a thriller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make it a best seller, live now. Let that fear fade away. Because in a universe where your existence is like a drop of rain in a thunderstorm. What the hell is there to be afraid of?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be the type of person who finishes this walk outside with a smile content, with a journey that all turns the adventures. The small failures that shaped who you are. The successes that lifted you up and as the old saying goes everyone dies but you truly live.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;WE ARE ALL BORN TO DIE, THE DIFFERENCE IS THE INTENSITY WITH WHICH WE CHOOSE TO LIVE.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/feeds/6662921813075506922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/2021/04/your-last-day-on-earth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840426902612023106/posts/default/6662921813075506922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840426902612023106/posts/default/6662921813075506922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/2021/04/your-last-day-on-earth.html' title='Your Last Day On Earth'/><author><name>Bakhtawar Ijaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00090349439179249946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuSbEG8i3TIqIyU7p9_wF8RvkuPftOOtxjLfdqKW-YfmmFGK76TqGdL6GHXUEnhI7n6i1f06LRnIpuVO9vOrNtUEM3TkrKcvCFvRfv3Lj9DOi8Y4xfrh6CnA1iIrl_78/s113/image-801965370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAVlSddKo89b3KoqfbD8ZJAgpaO5bq5p6hPoO8vSQv8Z1cPwF0VkJjYvRFF6m5LIaTsOE_fcy6OCm5YuoMKZcNQIHReX5kWmkoOw33399P3KfHfsEeY1lNQ33jRdS_S0bHEa4p6ceBFjM/s72-w471-h264-c/e9745cb4b970d388fb81180472dfc4b1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840426902612023106.post-5624593855548158900</id><published>2021-04-15T22:00:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2021-04-16T18:00:37.700+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A Letter To My Younger Self"/><title type='text'>A Letter To My Younger Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;A Letter To My Younger Self&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzS5q3zXcncUeDufL9rjlTV5oxcJAP9v8TBza7AswpE50qGdpZOU5Jb1QA4XtEyeXWofnyV4QxTfHm8__4jgGLr6kT0I_wXevi0-uqOs5DSOhAdMxi24Ra0idMZw3lE7WErpa8WUoic2s/s700/A-letter-to-my-younger-self.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;315&quot; data-original-width=&quot;700&quot; height=&quot;261&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzS5q3zXcncUeDufL9rjlTV5oxcJAP9v8TBza7AswpE50qGdpZOU5Jb1QA4XtEyeXWofnyV4QxTfHm8__4jgGLr6kT0I_wXevi0-uqOs5DSOhAdMxi24Ra0idMZw3lE7WErpa8WUoic2s/w456-h261/A-letter-to-my-younger-self.jpg&quot; width=&quot;456&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Dear Younger Me!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;There&#39;s a lot but you don&#39;t know. A lot you&#39;re pretty sure you understand but couldn&#39;t possibly wrap your hands around.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because the most important things in life, the things that you&#39;ll remember, that seems like footnotes in your story, background noise hidden in plain view.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So younger me hear me out because time goes by quickly and we only get one opportunity to do this dance. One chance to do this thing right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Younger me when you wake up, be thankful for the shoes on your feet, the house you live in, the life you lead because if all you do is focus on what you don&#39;t have or the next milestone, happiness becomes a mirage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Younger me the world as you know it isn&#39;t something that was that thing to be. It&#39;s here because people no smarter&amp;nbsp; than you have encouraged to build it. Never be scared to challenge what is this place will be better because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVGz-5k22bKbix6ZB2iy-Dnu1nWbV1SYHaJl0OA23bsMxreFA-WuKqqQbZ2UkPYlSwzq0v_v1lK7ZZ8hyphenhyphenXTl3yxjbhdPTlnL-piRsQRCKt-apHrsFJGoI8zS3LqycPck8TqbYJD4WjwvY/s720/original.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;696&quot; data-original-width=&quot;720&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVGz-5k22bKbix6ZB2iy-Dnu1nWbV1SYHaJl0OA23bsMxreFA-WuKqqQbZ2UkPYlSwzq0v_v1lK7ZZ8hyphenhyphenXTl3yxjbhdPTlnL-piRsQRCKt-apHrsFJGoI8zS3LqycPck8TqbYJD4WjwvY/s320/original.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Younger me it will always be easier to play it safe to stay comfortable but I want you to understand something, that&#39;s not where you&#39;ll find the good stuff. If you don&#39;t take chances you&#39;ll spend your time wondering what could have been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Younger me believe in your greatness this world can be a tough place and if you don&#39;t believe in yourself, no one will do it for you. No one will hand you the sky, earn excellence everyday it&#39;s there I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Younger me Don&#39;t get distracted by the small stuff, the little things, that so easily consume our energy and emotions. Don&#39;t lose sight of who you are and what means the most to you. Everything else washes away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Younger me you didn&#39;t have all the answers but somehow you were exactly what I needed you to be. You created a map you show that change can&#39;t happen until one falls victim delights in perfection. The risks aren&#39;t taken until you&#39;ve experienced regret that confidence isn&#39;t acquired if you don&#39;t learn to play the student. And most importantly if you don&#39;t allow yourself to get lost, you will never discover who you truly are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty years from now when we meet again younger me, i know you&#39;ll do the same. I know you look giving me everything I needed. Nothing more and nothing less because time goes by quickly and we only get one opportunity to do this dance. One chance to make this right and I promise you younger me that It won&#39;t be wasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/feeds/5624593855548158900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/2021/04/a-letter-to-my-younger-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840426902612023106/posts/default/5624593855548158900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840426902612023106/posts/default/5624593855548158900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/2021/04/a-letter-to-my-younger-self.html' title='A Letter To My Younger Self'/><author><name>Bakhtawar Ijaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00090349439179249946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuSbEG8i3TIqIyU7p9_wF8RvkuPftOOtxjLfdqKW-YfmmFGK76TqGdL6GHXUEnhI7n6i1f06LRnIpuVO9vOrNtUEM3TkrKcvCFvRfv3Lj9DOi8Y4xfrh6CnA1iIrl_78/s113/image-801965370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzS5q3zXcncUeDufL9rjlTV5oxcJAP9v8TBza7AswpE50qGdpZOU5Jb1QA4XtEyeXWofnyV4QxTfHm8__4jgGLr6kT0I_wXevi0-uqOs5DSOhAdMxi24Ra0idMZw3lE7WErpa8WUoic2s/s72-w456-h261-c/A-letter-to-my-younger-self.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840426902612023106.post-7298639634213553626</id><published>2021-04-14T23:19:00.001+05:00</published><updated>2021-04-14T23:19:24.336+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tomorrow"/><title type='text'>Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Tomorrow&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;Tomorrow is the most dangerous word in your vocabulary. Because while it&#39;s a symbol for hope, It can just as easily be the reason that your dreams remain little images in your head. Tomorrow declines the significance of the air that you&#39;re breathing right now. It tells you that someday you can begin your journey. And that you can just wait and make yourself comfortable until then. Tomorrow hides itself as an escape for those held down by fear, those resistant to change. It encourages you to be content where you are.Stating that you have your whole life to get where you want to be. And for some, tomorrow lasts forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqcocvSsUDLMIa9-Hg3I1XcJejF4Pes2djBHjkE6zfYOtZ8V9JjK0RS4Hx1T4OV_FIFWyO268VThyiU2iQ2gWE5cEJRS6UsHorTQGlmt4tRyCrW-7TzTz4MJ3EtMNCbDNOmCYkmF62suE/s1280/woman-1246844_1280.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;853&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1280&quot; height=&quot;313&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqcocvSsUDLMIa9-Hg3I1XcJejF4Pes2djBHjkE6zfYOtZ8V9JjK0RS4Hx1T4OV_FIFWyO268VThyiU2iQ2gWE5cEJRS6UsHorTQGlmt4tRyCrW-7TzTz4MJ3EtMNCbDNOmCYkmF62suE/w494-h313/woman-1246844_1280.jpg&quot; width=&quot;494&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;It evolves into regret, into a mobility, into an excuse to never really do what you were meant to do. Tomorrow can be worse than failing. Because often it implies that there was never a beginning. There was just a vision. Just an idea being put off for a better time that never came. There will never be a moment in your life, more precious than the one you&#39;re living in. Your heart beating in your chest, the air in your lungs, the blood in your veins. They&#39;re giving you an opportunity to make a change. To become who you want to become, to live, to inspire, to achieve. Because who really knows how many tomorrow&#39;s you will get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;And the last thing you want is to look back in your life, thousand of days from now. In wish you had the courage to do what you wanted to do. To wish that you understood, how fast tomorrow&#39;s come and go. And that all you will ever have is the present moment. Every journey starts with a step. That courageous act of moving forward, not knowing, what tomorrow will bring. Only knowing that you&#39;ll be further along then, than you are now. That you&#39;ll be stronger, wiser, smarter. Because you didn&#39;t wait for tomorrow. You didn&#39;t wait for anything. And that is the difference between I am and I wish I was. It is the difference between dreaming and truly living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;quotation&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; color: #383838; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; color: #383838; font-size: 21px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; color: #383838; font-size: 21px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Your hand can seize today, but not tomorrow; and thoughts of your tomorrow are nothing but desire.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote style=&quot;border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #567843; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 17.5px; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;OMAR KHAYYAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;quotation&quot; style=&quot;box-sizing: border-box; color: #383838; font-family: georgia, sans-serif; font-size: 21px; margin: 0px 0px 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/feeds/7298639634213553626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/2021/04/tomorrow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840426902612023106/posts/default/7298639634213553626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840426902612023106/posts/default/7298639634213553626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/2021/04/tomorrow.html' title='Tomorrow'/><author><name>Bakhtawar Ijaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00090349439179249946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuSbEG8i3TIqIyU7p9_wF8RvkuPftOOtxjLfdqKW-YfmmFGK76TqGdL6GHXUEnhI7n6i1f06LRnIpuVO9vOrNtUEM3TkrKcvCFvRfv3Lj9DOi8Y4xfrh6CnA1iIrl_78/s113/image-801965370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqcocvSsUDLMIa9-Hg3I1XcJejF4Pes2djBHjkE6zfYOtZ8V9JjK0RS4Hx1T4OV_FIFWyO268VThyiU2iQ2gWE5cEJRS6UsHorTQGlmt4tRyCrW-7TzTz4MJ3EtMNCbDNOmCYkmF62suE/s72-w494-h313-c/woman-1246844_1280.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8840426902612023106.post-2191128677118600274</id><published>2021-04-10T20:12:00.006+05:00</published><updated>2021-04-14T23:19:56.953+05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="You Are What You Believe"/><title type='text'>You Are What You Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style=&quot;border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;h2 style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;You Are What You Believe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Your eyes do not create, they obey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;They are projectors that play the stories your mind has written, messengers delivering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;pictures you have already painted.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;You win or lose long before they open. Your outcome is decided long before they see a thing.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your outlook is not a reflection of the world around you, It&#39;s a reflection of a world within you&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;And I wonder how we can be so lucky as to have the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;opportunity to literally create our own reality.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Yet, we positioned ourselves so that we are disadvantaged.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;We act as though the wake of the boat is more powerful than the wheel that steers it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Dz4BPKSVf45Lj4DCmU2E1qp6skqT-NiYQUvCy1FlvH1zbvrkKgSBLFWZDffMqoR0c4nJu5hNQBaB6XF4YN9lwI0LB7OygWEy_Kuqpc8d9qi7-CFLRYs1DkuuIPJqFoNeSuLdWAVOKj0/s1920/woman-570883_1920.jpg&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1279&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1920&quot; height=&quot;292&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Dz4BPKSVf45Lj4DCmU2E1qp6skqT-NiYQUvCy1FlvH1zbvrkKgSBLFWZDffMqoR0c4nJu5hNQBaB6XF4YN9lwI0LB7OygWEy_Kuqpc8d9qi7-CFLRYs1DkuuIPJqFoNeSuLdWAVOKj0/w445-h292/woman-570883_1920.jpg&quot; width=&quot;445&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;We remind ourselves of the obstacles instead of reassuring ourselves that we possess the ability to get around anything and everything that stops us. If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;we can define our own rules, why penalize our progress?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;If we can create our own landscapes, why insert storms?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;If we are capable of feats beyond our wildest dreams, why do we instruct our eyes to see stop signs?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Your eyes long to see the world as it was meant to be seen.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;With it&#39;s colors, it&#39;s fullness, it&#39;s beauty, it&#39;s perfection.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Why not give them permission?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;There is no use for the negative, the downside brings you nothing. There is no value to be obtained or acquired from what doesn&#39;t push you. The solution is simple, if it doesn&#39;t make you stronger, let your eyes see beyond it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Refocus, reexamine because I promise you, the answers you need are in the same frame as the things that hold you back. The problems they are the solutions, the opportunities they are the risk.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Life is that portrait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;but it is entirely open to interpretation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;See the same people see beauty that find magnificence. They will always see it. They will always find it in the down times, the winter periods of life. They&#39;ll feel it during the days when we look up and wonder, how in the hell these dots connect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;They will run towards the chaos, find answers while others see what&#39;s not there.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Eyes are the tunnel in which all that data is transferred but understand this, it doesn&#39;t begin externally and flow into your brain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;No reality as you know it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;It starts within and is projected out pouring into every step you take, every handshake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Every time you look up and smile, you are painting the world colors that correspond to your story. Your paint by number and when you can only see the things you don&#39;t want to see, when negativity forced you and attempts to hold you in place. Realize that you are letting the wrong info in subscribing to what doesn&#39;t serve you, so simply change the channel, step back and look again one more time because you are the author of your own story, so see it as you want to and live it on your own terms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&quot;Nothing can dim the light that shines from within.&quot;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;_&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;font-family: verdana;&quot;&gt;MAYA ANGELOU&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/feeds/2191128677118600274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/2021/04/you-are-what-you-believe-your-eyes-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840426902612023106/posts/default/2191128677118600274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8840426902612023106/posts/default/2191128677118600274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://berithope.blogspot.com/2021/04/you-are-what-you-believe-your-eyes-do.html' title='You Are What You Believe'/><author><name>Bakhtawar Ijaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00090349439179249946</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxuSbEG8i3TIqIyU7p9_wF8RvkuPftOOtxjLfdqKW-YfmmFGK76TqGdL6GHXUEnhI7n6i1f06LRnIpuVO9vOrNtUEM3TkrKcvCFvRfv3Lj9DOi8Y4xfrh6CnA1iIrl_78/s113/image-801965370.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8Dz4BPKSVf45Lj4DCmU2E1qp6skqT-NiYQUvCy1FlvH1zbvrkKgSBLFWZDffMqoR0c4nJu5hNQBaB6XF4YN9lwI0LB7OygWEy_Kuqpc8d9qi7-CFLRYs1DkuuIPJqFoNeSuLdWAVOKj0/s72-w445-h292-c/woman-570883_1920.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>