"Courage Comes On Its Own When We Have A Fear Of Boredom And Mediocrity More Than The Fear Of Death."
A Couple Of Years Back...
The Teacher: Boy. You’ve Got The Talent. You’re humble, intelligent, and have the potential to compete.
Pay more attention to the syllabus, and you’ll increase your marks significantly.
Child: Mam. What exactly will I get from that?
Teacher: Already. You’re outstanding in the class.
If you’ll work hard, respect your elders, and do as they tell you…
You'll Have a Great Story of Life.
One day, you’ll get an excellent job, and people will respect and ask for your advice.
Child: Like…
I’m taking advice from you.
Teacher: Yeah. of course…
like that.
The Child: Sorry, Mam.
A few black Alphabets and Numbers written on a Piece of White Paper by Someone Else don't have the Power to Write the Story of my Life.
"I Will Write The Story Of My Life With My Own Hands."