THE MUSEUM OF WHAT IF'S

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‎by Georgina Emmanuel 



‎As I reflect, taking the path of nostalgia and the crossroads of choices, I began to question the fears our hearts have refused to speak .

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‎Trodding still in this mysterious path , I came across a museum. It's edifice crafted with questions . Plastered with whispering words and bleeding paints.

‎Just before the door , I was confronted by the artifacts of our own parallel lives. 

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‎But life is about seeking answers and finding some. With unblinking eyes, I opened the door that housed the unanswered questions of souls . These questions formed with the words .. what if !

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‎Walking into a museum that portrays both the past , present and future ....I observed every craft with sacred silence. The photographs and letters represented the paths we didn't take. The love we didn't pursue and the dreams we didn't chase. 

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‎Every piece of craft breathed silent sighs of wishes to live yet another life without what ifs. To take the sky with our hands and love with our hearts. To cherish lost moments, and live footprints in rocks. 

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‎Just then, I began to question my choices and that of many. My mind flashed the thousand times I have asked the what if questions and how most where as a result of fear and uncertainty. The roads not taken by people who had throdden familiar paths of life where mapped out in a part of this strange museum . 

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‎Just then, I saw life as a chance to , not just explore the museum of what ifs , but to do what life has placed in our hands to do. Opportunities is life's way of showing you the roads to take. Every new season of our life is a time to carefully walk through the path destiny designed. 

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‎Why don't we dare, let our uncertainties be the force that propels us into talking unusual decision. Let our fear stirr us into action and the museum of what if will be redesigned to accommodate the road map of the ones that have taken the unfamiliar path. 

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‎Let our soul merge with our actions. Lets learn to listen to those silent whispers. Those truths our hearts are afraid to tell and take paths that needs just a few footprints to be noticed. 

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‎The museum of what ifs is a place where the regrets, nostalgia and lost opportunities are stored so the ones coming will learn from these artifacts crafted in pain! 

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