Value of Ethnicity - notepad.exe

Do we have that intellectual mindset to understand 
that we are dumb?, I guess we never know. Our mind 
must be compliant with trigger functions to
make it understand moments in way people never think. 
Is it really possible to tell someone else
what one feels?, is there anything better than lie and deceit, 
is it really possible to live and not have a story of your? etc.... //

To really sell your mind, first find yourself the reason to 
live for. The more you prove yourself wrong, the more you are one step ahead towards what you aim for.
Richard Feynman once said - "“I would rather have questions that can't be answered than answers that can't be questioned.”
The typical sense of being questionable to yourself, are you reliable must arrive at times, you need yourself the most.

To sell your mind is to expose your inner contradictions and 
still walk out undefeated. To understand that the story you 
fear telling is the only one worth listening to.
Life is not about becoming the smartest or the safest —
it’s about becoming conscious enough to see your own patterns
and brave enough to break them.

Your mind is a marketplace, memories bargaining with regrets, ambitions negotiating with insecurities, logic colliding with illusions. If you don’t learn how to run that market,
someone else will, and they will charge you for the privilege.

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