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" Thinking out of the box, thinking like there's no box"..who cares?????  example of  wise words that I have ignored  a thousand times simply because they are money-making ideas for  inspirational gurus fixed on creating  bestselling  mantras.They give you that "i-can-do-anything" willpower which slowly fades into a  "maybe-i-can't-do-that" motto.  I am not writing this down to discredit these wise adages or worse still, to count the number of times i have ignored these words .But am writing this because i had the most unusual wake-up call,from one of these bestselling jingles "Think outside the box"

 Let's hit rewind and go back to a few weeks ago...it was back to class and that feeling of "am-not-ready-for-school" was nagging at me.3 months of internship,and a week to rest( which was  recuperation period from tonsils), and now back to school with a project proposal due in a week.Complaining is so easy when you have the right excuses,and that didn't stop me from airing out my feelings to my poor sister.And it was in the midst of all my complaining, that these words were uttered " sometimes in life ,the things we end up doing are far from what we really want, but somewhere in the unseen future  , we will look back at what we didn't want and realize how much they shaped us and taught us to think out of the box in order  get the things we want!"
These were the magic words that finally made me shut up and stop complaining."think outside the box"
So, right now as i right these words and think about the next few months ahead, all i can think about is how am going to experience and learn from things i care nothing about,and eventually get to see the big picture that is waiting for me outside that invisible  box!
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