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Undiscovered Powers & Untapped Potentials

Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, Nothing is going to get better. It's not.​
- Dr. Seuss

I firmly believe each of us has the capacity to make a world of difference if we all contribute, in our own small way, to something we truly care about. But we're so caught up in the moment that we forget how truly powerful we are and time after time, act without thought. Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around. 
I believe we're all much more powerful in ways we refuse to understand. I believe the insurmountable problems today can be solved if people sincerely put their heads together. I believe every small step we take in the right direction leads to something amazing. 
But somewhere in the relentless pursuit of good grades, high paying jobs and search for stability, many of us have lost the courage to experiment, seek new adventures and keep our passions alive. Not all hope is lost though, we only need to be reminded that while walking down the well defined path will lead us to a local maximum, it won't help us find the global maximum. 
As for me, I'm determined to find that global maximum. More importantly, I'm determined to help the maximum number of people I can, to find their global maximum. Because alone we can do so little, but together we can do so much more. 
Sounds crazy? Well, may be. But I'm optimistic about the challenge and believe in change, and as Steve Jobs once said, the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do!

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