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The Step Beyond It


As I write today, I write with an intension, an intention to write a step beyond.
You must be wondering what is the step beyond.

The step beyond is a leap of faith of your creative sense to just lunge at a whole new different level. at a level where there is nothing. Do you know why there is a 'NOTHING' waiting for you at the step beyond?

 Because no one dares to think absolutely differently. Everyone is encouraged and motivated by everyone. therefore there is no inception of a crazy thought. An inception is required, to let all the people who are mustering up enough courage to dare beyond, are motivated to think beyond.

The step beyond is for all the creative hearts out in the world, taking weird observations of life and writing them in a secret diary while hidden in a closet, fearing they might be tortured for thinking differently, by world ways.
Today is my first day at blogging, and my blog's name is the step beyond 'it'...
The 'it' is the commonness, I know I have said 'the step beyond it' like more than 10 times in this blog, but if you analyse, you'll realise that it is the MAJOR thing required in this generation. To be separated from the mediocrity.


I won't expose everything in my first blog, let the secrets begin!
~Snoop
 a.k.a
 Shaon Bandopadhyay

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