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Isn’t it crazy? How you can actually do and be anything you want to be?

About two years back, a friend of mine decided to learn how to draw and all she had was google, a sketch book and a pencil. She looked crazy to me but now she draws exceptionally and she gets better everyday.

She decided to learn how to sew and again with just google, a sewing machine and a few materials and soon she’d be launching her first line clothing line. Crazy yeah?

I decided to work on my “not so amazing” voice and in the past year I’ve made so much progress, people don’t scowl when I sing.

I have a few acquaintances who use “everyone is doing it”.... Have you ever been to market??
How many people sell pepper? Puhhhlllleeeaaaseee... Uhm, what was your excuse again?

You can do whatever you want to as long as you put your mind to it.

I wish I had started learning how to draw two years ago, maybe I’d be quite good now but we’d never know and why? Cause I didn’t start in the first place.

Don’t be like me, live! What do you want to do, learn, be? It doesn’t have to be just one.
You really don’t know how much potential you have now, do you?

I’d give an eye opener later but for now, JUST START!

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