Life can be divided into moments. Moments that last for few seconds to years. The endeavor is always to string along all these moments and make a lifetime out of it.
How strange that few principles in the existence of life forms has not changed a bit since millennia. How strong you are, mentally and/or physically, how courageous you are, how resourceful you are, these questions never seem to have been stopped from being asked.
Ever stood in front of a mirror and stared at yourself? And wondered what it means to be ‘me’? Does the external form define it? Do the clothes we wear define us? Does what that goes inside define us? Does the thought process, which essentially differentiate us from other life forms, defines us?
I want to make myself courageous, an emotionally sound being with a head that thinks for itself.