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Spark of life...



Dream as if u will live forever...Dream as if the whole of the world is in favour of you...dream till you drop...
Set off aboard to the tough war of implementation...set your mind to the verge of consistency and then you will achieve what you desired...then you will once be in your most memorable moment....Don't lose track on what you have achieved ...admiring your temporary success...
But put on your strides till the dark fears you, till failure drops dead at seeing you...till the stars twinkle only for you, till the universe is at your feet...
Ward off your reluctance..wake your inner spark of fire and make it flame big in you...destroying your path to failure and make it a big bonfire ...Keep pursuing..keep on achieving....Let there be no end...no end at all through your journey to success.........
Let flow the vital power in you.....which is consistently dormant....and let the mysterious voice of success swivel around your mind....let it conquer your thoughts and move your destiny pathway to the high end of happiness...
And then when you have reached your ultimate journey to success....
Pure joy will embrace you....happiness will penetrate
through you. and that time you would become one with the air...one with the sky....one with the life's own existence.. .and one with the divine!Your soul will become tarnished because of your untiring effort....and that moment you would achieve the ultimate peace.....endless wisdom....and unlimited freedom.and that is the moment you become one with the God..!

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