To share or not to share

“What’s exciting about sharing ideas with others: if you share it with 10 people, they get to hear it once and you get to hear it 10 times.”

A civil war has formed within the depths of my subconscious.


It is a battle that has been fought by many before me. The experience of many has produced two very distinct outlooks:


TO SHARE OR NOT TO SHARE


That is the question I pose to myself each day.


I used to believe that sharing would help me find the right people to carry me along on my way to my dreams. But now, I am bent. I have found some of the right people from sharing my dreams, but I have also discovered those who attempt to draw me back or redirect my dreams. 


The excitement of growth inspires me to share what I am doing with all. I feel like I am holding back some important keys to life if I don’t. But then again, I realize that I truly do not know anything. The ideas that have dawned on me are the same ideas that have come to the minds of man for ages.


A dream shared with the right person, will not be a dream forever, but the same dream shared with the wrong person may die right in that moment.


I have to constantly convince myself that if I believe that strongly about something, I will make it happen. So with that in mind, 


CAN ANYONE KILL YOUR DREAMS OTHER THAN YOU?


If you have full control over your mind, it is up to you to decide what you believe. A strong enough drive to do anything will overpower the thoughts of any opposing force.


Strong-will trumps doubt.


I can’t really come to a full conclusion, but here is my temporary conclusion:


The more you share, the more you believe. By speaking your dreams out loud you are speaking them into existence. Those who shoot down your dreams will be the same people emphatically congratulating you when you succeed. Sharing your dreams gives you accountability. If you tell others you will do something, if you don’t, you have broken your promise.


Commit to your dreams, share them, and make them come true.


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This blog has become moreso a collection of thoughts that have made their way onto a document. Those thoughts and ideas are never really fully processed, and I don’t think they ever will be. By sharing my exact thoughts and ideas, I am able to form temporary conclusions to the problems I am facing. In life, you are constantly growing and changing, as are your thoughts. So what you believe will never be complete. The mind is dynamic. 


As I write more, I am realizing that what I am sharing are lessons of self-discovery. I have found a way to explore the elements of my character and track my findings. This is a documentation of self-exploration, thus, it is titled as such: THE EXPLORATION.


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Thank you for reading.


I appreciate every single person who happens to stumble across these deep sentiments buried in my subconscious.


I hope if you’re here you can relate.


My goal is to help others better themselves while doing the same.


This is The Exploration.


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