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The Most Powerful Tool




I know this is random, but I was just thinking the other day when I was on my scooter, riding through the roads of Kupondole: every vehicle created, every vehicle rushing along this road was a part of someone’s imagination. You know how sometimes a certain thought takes you along the train of thoughts? It just mesmerizes me how and what kind of things have been created throughout time.

Man needed, so he created. Someday, someone must have thought: what if we could reach some place faster rather than on foot? ; The consequence of which we see today. Some other must have thought what if we could fly to some place? Some other must have thought the concept of travelling on water; someone must have felt the need to talk to their loved ones miles away and the telephone was created; it must have clicked to somebody else that they wanted to view the person that they were talking to. Cars, ships, airplanes, telephones, mobile phones, computers, televisions, radios: it is just not one invention that has made lives so much easier. And nor am I saying that this is all the creativity of a single person. But to think, that they were in some time just a part of somebody’s imagination, the answer to curiosity, and the solution to what ifs? And all because there was need.

That need drove the most powerful tool: the mind, to create what had seemed skeptical before. Of course, this is no end to the creativity and the innovations that are yet to come. Just think of what other things we are likely to see in the near future? It both intrigues me and scares me to wonder what more the human mind is capable of.

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