It took me around 75000 words to understand that I hadn’t created one by myself. After the 99th article I was eager to do something major to celebrate the 100th one, yet nothing seemed to pass into thought. I had lost my ability to imagine when I became conscious of the impending milestone.
Conscious effort is the poison to imagination. When you think too much, you banish creativity and paralyze perception.
At the end of the day you are just bundles of energy, being used by the universal force to convey its messages. All you have to do is clear the the logical clutter from your brain. Once you are successful in silencing logic, the universe starts talking to you. You cannot force this abundance as everything has a perfect time and place. You can either ignore the cosmic communications and chase material wellness and security or you can live in oneness with the universe and savor everything it has in store for you.
If you spend your time forcing the issue in order to create what you are not meant to, you are bound to be mediocre. The best thing mediocrity will make you is a slave, who is forced to be in a place where he doesn’t want to be, with someone he doesn’t want to see, doing something he doesn’t want to do.
This is the reason why you get tired working and complain through your weekdays and celebrate only on the weekends.
Had you been in harmony with the cosmic energy, you would not only know your real purpose, but possess boundless energy to pursue it with an effortless grace. You would never need to plan and scheme. Working towards your purpose would provide you more joy than stress.
The cosmic connection would render a blissful harmony to all your pursuits. You would connect to the universal conscious and utilize its abundant energy to push yourself beyond perceived limits.
Here are 50 people who are smart enough to have identified their purposes and worked on them for long enough so as to be gifted with effortless grace in their respective domains.
What Happens……
What happens when Kobe Dribbles, or when Shakespeare used to scribble,
Imagine the elegance in the movement and swerves, the relevance in every word.
What happens when Hamilton rides, or when Sachin used to drive,
Imagine the effortlessness in their demeanor, the intensity in their eyes.
What happens when Freeman talks, or when you see Bundchen walk,
With a grace so palpable, a dexterity which cant be taught.
What happens when Kai Green lifts, or when Dhoni hits,
With an instinctive ingenious, shredding competitors to bits.
What happens when David Blaine levitates, or when Buddha used to meditate,
In alignment with the universal force, destined to be great.
What happens when Eminem raps, or when Usain lights up the track,
Poetry in motion, expanding beyond preconceived limits, never looking back.
What happens when Jack Sparrow loots, or when Pele used to shoot,
One the master of golden chests, the other master of golden boots.
What happens when Maria Popova reviews a book,or when Jamie Oliver cooks,
Adding art to the most unexpected tasks, mesmerizing all who care to look.
What happens when Phelp dives, or when Bono lets his vocals slide,
Appears they were made for the specific art, divinity personified.
What happens when Messi controls, or when Arnold Palmer used to read the roll,
Such exquisite precision as if they decoded life’s secrets, which only a few can know.
What happens when Federer hits the back hand, and Fast car was sung by Chapman,
Standing ovations, all competitors and crows could do was clap hands.
What happens when Phil Taylor sees the dart board, or when Emilianenko saw his rival floored,
A focus so intense, far above the views of normal men they soared.
What happens when Bhagat clicks, or when Dre produces them hits,
Lending their own touch to art, redefining limits.
What happened when Sherlock Holmes used to deduce, or Monroe used to seduce,
Breathing a fresher air into reality while others stood confused and bemused.
What happens when Steyn comes to bowl, or when Bubka used to jump the pole,
Achieving uncharted heights, redefining their roles.
What happens when Caprio acts, or when Dynamo shuffles the pack,
Spontaneous like thunder clap, Natural like a lion attack.
What happens when Nicki Lauda used to rush, or Van Gogh picked up the brush,
Surpassing excellence, all competition stood hushed.
What happens when Nolan creates or when Ari Gold negotiates,
They define fresher patterns of life which others try and imitate.
What happens when music is enhanced by Carl Cox, or when Ali used to box,
Floating like butterflies, stinging like bees, craftier than a fox.
What happens when Craig Ferguson talks, or MJ moon walked,
A zone of their own, creating an energy which uplifted thought.
What happens when Armani designs or when Alex Ferguson used to mastermind,
Creating legacies which will last till the end of time.
What happened when Napolean faced foes, or when Mozart composed,
Strategies and symphonies were devised, ones no one else could have supposed.
What happened when you heard what Martin Luther King used to say, or when Mother Teresa used to care,
A love from beyond dimensions, their efforts were divine like a prayer.
All these people seem to share the same qualities. They are the masters of their traits and perform extraordinary things with effortless ease. They have achieved greatness by honing their natural abilities and aligning with the force of the universe. They carry an electrifying spark which illuminates their surroundings, an awe inspiring energy capable of sweeping people off their feet.
It is not easy to possess such a God like aura. One has to let go of mortal inhibitions and connect to the force of the universe. This propels you to harness the energy of the universe and become representatives of this energy. Just like these extraordinary people.
I hope you give yourself the best possible chance to be extraordinary because it is the only way of immortalizing yourself till the end of time. Even if you are not chasing glory, the feeling of oneness with the creator is worth a lifetimes effort.
Have a good day.