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So what does progress mean ?

Recently in some random youtube video, in which they were discussing about what a 'progress' or being progressive means. All the members involved their own opinions.


Unsatisfied with their thoughts, I asked myself the same question and finally got the answer ; according to me, progress is how much I've reformed (which includes unlearning and relearning) my thoughts, ideals and views of yesterday, for a better logical reasoning.

In short, I must be able to think a step better/ above tomorrow, than what I think and behave today. Everyday, I should think better of my own thoughts.


This is a question I've been hearing since so long, "Aren't you a 'progressive' person ? No wonder you say or think this way !" Wait.. what ?! I don't know who's gonna enlighten them with the fact that 'being progressive' is extremely essential and not a crime !

Living in the 21st century, with advanced technology and possibilities, it takes time for humans to realize things, which I understand is the lack of an attitude to 'be open to change'. 


The distance from me a 3-4 years ago to the current version, whom you're getting to know through my words were of course scaled, after the influence of the people I met, the book I read, the movies I saw, and the discussions and debates based on topics. Beyond all these, it is my thoughts, which made me decide to embrace and accept changes and hence be 'progressive'.

Progress is the distance I've come from myself, being the sum total of others' opinions, to forming my own opinions, standing up for what I feel is right, and realizing individuality is all that matters. 

And I feel that the comments I receive is the result of my progress, for which I'm extremely happy and proud.


Wishing you all to have a great day.

Thanking you :)
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