In the primordium of every idea, in that primitive state of nonexistence when it isn't tangible enough for you to hold but the beginnings of the idea grip your innards like an unrelenting tendril, that is when you know that the ride will be memorable, the journey will be long. And you certainly hope that it is long; a happy, lengthy marriage of idea and execution. It is in that period that you can truly flourish and grow and enrich your life.
You may even take a few moments now and then during this journey to imagine various future probabilities. Perhaps this shall be your ticket to greatness, to the big leagues, to the hall of fame. Perhaps this shall be your safety harness, your hidden piggy bank for financial security when and if you ever need such an armour. Perhaps this shall drive away your demons and clear your entangled thoughts.
You imagine and then create, and in the midst of this occupation, life continues to flow past like a joyous river. You contemplate jumping into the flow and going where it wishes to take you, or you just carve a boat out of falling logs and sail to your own shores.
The path is long, the journey even longer, and your resolve the strongest.
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