The Power Of Belief


The night has fallen. We sleep through it because we believe that there is a dawn waiting at the other end. You can never take anything bigger than nature for granted. Our entire existence is a clockwork on strings of subtle, inconspicuous and unexplored beliefs. In spite of the paradox that our concerns about uncertain tomorrows have largely marred the reality of today, we have made advancements. Now, that's the power of hope; hope that as it has always been, this night, and these hard times will also end, and a new dawn awaits everyone.

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