I remember the good old days lying on the “Charpai” with my Dad in open-air courtyard, we used to talk about things unseen and the ones got physical existence like galaxies, the mechanism behind the rising and setting the Sun every day, the Moon serving as candlelight and above all, the stories of brave Heroes and Martyrs.
But the best part of it was the ideas we discussed, the thoughts that came in abundant. I never wrote them. For that, I feel sorry. That makes me sad sometimes. But I don’t want you all to feel sorry for such gifts bestowed to every one of us by Allah Almighty. These precious thoughts and ideas are priceless. Let them not Fade Away and Die.
You all might have read somewhere the worth reading lines by Famous Scottish poet James Barrie that,
“God gave us memories that we might have June roses in the December of our lives”
Truly said, so do you find any connection between James’s words and the thoughts that I am trying to convey? What I believe, Our thoughts and ideas are basically our memories, the precious ornaments that would be passed on to our next generations. So why not save them? Not for ourselves but for our upcoming talents.
Do give words to your thoughts even if you can write a single word that appeals to your imagination, which can spark ignition for a new beginning. The world needs it, believe you me.
One thing which always halted me on the way to write was my own fears that what’ll happen if I failed to do so…! how will I manage my failures? I remember Sir Denzel Washington’s few lines strengthened me at that time, the lines are worth sharing here, he says,
“If you don’t fail… you’re not even trying.”
The great motivational speaker Les Brown made an analogy about this. He says, “Imagine you’re on your deathbed—and standing around your bed are the ghosts representing your unfilled potential. The ghosts of the ideas you never acted on. The ghosts of the talents you didn’t use. And they’re standing around your bed. Angry. Disappointed. Upset. They say “We came to you because you could have brought us to life,” they say. “And now we have to go to the grave together.”
So I ask you today: How many ghosts are going to be around your bed when your time comes?
I encourage you all Let not the thoughts fade away and die. Never let them go with you to graves. The world is thirsty enough to value your words.