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Living with a lie...

"Life is perfect. Everything around is so magical. Dreams are easy to achieve and relationships are easy to handle." OK OK... No more lies. But just imagine how easy life would be if we start 'believing' in what we actually manifest in our lives. (How contradictory is the fact that the word 'beLIEving' itself has a 'LIE' in it.) How wonderful it would be to start living a dream or a wish which is not yet a reality. Hmmmm... sounds interesting. For instance, it was just today that i so badly wanted to eat a dark chocolate.. yum-mm... i know but i didn't feel like going out in the blazing heat and buy one. I sat on my bed imagining myself eating a dark chocolate and with the watery mouth i got busy with the daily mundane work and somehow forgot. Not more than an hour, there was a knock at the door and it was my roomie, who was back from her weekend trip to some island. The story doesn't end in here, she handed me dark chocolate stating, i asked for it a week ago against a favor. OMG... How cool. And i was forced to think,,, no actually i ate the chocolate first and then was forced to think and analyse the whole thing. I was all of a sudden reminded of Mr. Wayne Dyer, he often states in his lectures "YOUR THOUGHTS CREATE YOUR REALITY". Yes it does.

Now coming on to the issue,, living with a lie. If asked, according to me definition of a lie would most aptly be a hypothetical situation in which if p then q,,, and both the p and q are our creations. There is no wrong in living with a lie until and unless it involves only YOU and your life. Believing in dreams and and acting as if its a part of the reality makes it rather a part of it. It is like you are the creator creating things you want and exactly how much you want and things start showing up. If you believe you are happy in the most saddest of a situation you would rather be given reasons to be happy about. So, create things and situations exactly how and when you want and release it to the Universe. Live with the lie and it shall turn into reality,,, sooner or later, depends on how clear you are about what you want!

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