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Predictable is Boring !

Predictable is Boring.

Do you agree with me too ? When you are aware of what's going to happen, does it takes away your interest or you feel a surge of adrenalin to finish the task ?. Well, you can have either of the options that suits your point of view, or  you may belong  to the third category of having a surge of adrenalin to finish the task ,as you want to finish it off as soon as possible, because it doesn't interest you.
Everyday is new. It presents with newer goods and bads. Things ain't fair everyday. How can we tackle this? Well, Learn how to pave your way through all the obstacles,  never losing your focus from what you want to accomplish. Also, don't get obsessed with what you want to do . Balance, between  fun and practicality. 
Again, I don't expect anyone to be able to comply this overnights. Things take their own time, their own discipline to make it happen. 




No wonder people now-a-days are focusing so much in exploring and bringing out something new to the world.  It would take time but will be the new reality really soon. In India, the startup culture is rising,  which is a good sign.
We need ideas and a will to do something unpredictable, something non-monotonus and which turns the path , we as a generation  are trading , in a positive and adventurous direction.

Things are easier said than done. Yet, give new things a try, people .

Thank you

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