The Valley Between

 The Big Idea.

Big, Bright, Clear Idea.

There is that moment when a big idea comes to mind. It’s light so bright, conviction pap! This is it. This is what gonna make it happen. This is what I have been waiting for. It is what I have been living for. I have taken every breath this far so that I can be; believe in this big idea, live it! All the lines comes to perspective, connect at this point, spot on the big idea. Breathe in, breath out; the air is warming up to it. 

The chambers of your mind have never been this bright; everything all rounded, crystal clear. You are no longer bound to the now moment, you are now living the idea in the expanse fields of your mind. You have the reasons, the drive the passion and the resolve to make this happen, big. You have the map, the way round and up. You can see it you can smell it, you can feel it, it is within the touch of your hands. A touch of a button and you are up flying, going beyond borders, above the limits, making it in a big, big way.

Mr. Small Idea 

Then Mr. Small Idea knocks at the door. You know him. You have lived together in harmony until the day Big Idea came by. Small Idea surveys the new surroundings, looks up and down, sideways. As if weary that something heavy will fall on him, with a husky, scratchy, dragged voice, he asks,

“What is this? You wanna kill me? Is that it? You skim and plot behind my back and just when am not looking you hit me hard? Don’t you have memories of our harmony?”

Small idea goes on and on trying to build a case for himself, sprinkling cold water on big idea, who thrives on it.

Small Idea, still so enslaving.

The first response is sympathy, and that’s pathetic. Memories of those cold nights when Small idea tried to cover you, to breed some warmth, are too engraved in your mind, still soo enslaving.

So you look down, let the shoulders loose, you shake your head. The end begins.

Sliding, all the way down, to the cold ground. You sit there, like a beggar. That’s where small idea comes to find you, to console you. That’s where Small Idea wants you to be, because that is where he finds his relevance. 

It takes a man of great convictions to stand up. To let go of the rags of mediocrity, to shake off the dust that clings to the dwellers of Small-land. And take up a journey to greatness.

The Valley of Decisions

Everyone was born to be great. Between the land where we start, Small-idea-land and Big-Idea-Land, there is a valley, The Valley of Decisions. Many people have not been able to cross The Valley of Decisions, the slopes are too steep. 

The Streams of Comfort

The streams of comfort.

In the valley, there flow waters from the streams of comfort. The waters here are mirror clear; when  people check out their image on the water when the go for a fetch, they think they already got where they were going, they get to belong to the path-sides, far from home. They take the comfort that comes during wet seasons and survive during dry season when the streams trickle dry. Here, the earth ends at the horizon.

You were ordained to live at the source; an eagle that lives on mountain top. Don’t be a chicken! Live that big idea. Not half of it. No. The big idea. Live it. You are breathing to live it.

Choke ever small idea that can not accommodate the big idea. Every small idea should work towards the realization of the big idea. Remember that you have a better inheritance at Big_Idea-Land, don't tally long at Small-land. Greater things await you.

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Catch for us the foxes, the little foxes that ruin the vineyards, our vineyards that are in bloom.

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