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I wish I could tell you that the what fascinates me most is your new haircut, your sleek phone or even Burj Al Arab but that will make me a liar. The first thing that entices me about people is their mindset. I actually don't say this all the time. We all have choices, I just shared a secret with you.

The human mind is the most powerful tool ever. This is why humans are capable of anything, all you need to do is set your mind to it. This is the same reason why we hold to our convictions, faith and believe like the biblical Jacob held on to his brother, Esau's ankle.

The fascinating thing about the mind is that it is closely related to a fallow ground. Add fertilizer, you get a good yield of crops, deprive it of fertilizer and await a harvest of ill-nourished crops. The mind works with just about the same mechanism. Feed it with knowledge and your heart will be merry. Withdraw knowledge from it and it will be like a deserted land.


To know that you do not know is the best. To think you know when you do not is a disease. Recognizing this disease as a disease is to be free of it.
- Lao Tzu 


Most times, people tend to relegate seeking knowledge to just reading a large encyclopaedia while a pair of spectacles sits on the ridge of your nose.
If that has been the mental image you have, then somebody lied.

Knowledge is adventure and fun. Read because readers are leaders. Learn new skills, new instruments, interact through meaningful conversations a little more, go on a trip, seek answers to questions your heart yearns for.  Your mind is a bank account that you should invest in. 

Your mind will be glad you did this. Your mind is whatever you chose to make of it.
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