Six Feet Under

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This, it is a solitary grave no flowers are brought here and no tears shed,  it is so secluded and remote that only one person in the whole world knows about its existence. That's right just one person, do want to know who that person is?....

It is YOU...!!

Yes, this grave has a very deep and close relation to you, it is known only by you and you alone. 

Because it is the grave of your aspirations, dreams, and what could have been.

Oh! Do you want to know where it lies?

It lies in the deepest recess of your heart, so many things have been filling up this abysmal grave. For though it says six feet under, the depth is unmeasurable. for you have been filling it up since you can conceive the notions of dreams, wants, desires, aspirations, and yet it is still only half full.


And if you consider the above statement as true, then we are practically living in the graveyard of dreams and aspirations. It is very frightening when the ghosts of such aspirations haunt our lives. Our happiness is threatened and many a time destroyed by these ghosts. 

Often, these ghosts come to families that are doing well, and with ghosts comes the ill will, and the thought of " it could have been much better".  But, does it really work that way? How can we fend off these ghosts? Where do our heart and mind solace from their otherworldly ghosts?

Such questions arise when you are thinking through and working on your present and dreaming and aspiring new things with the things you already have in your hand. A good happy family, a good job or business enterprise, well-known renown it is enough to fill your world with joy and happiness. Yet ghosts are very stubborn, they refused to surrender to our goodwill and harass relentless to our mind till it becomes helpless and surrenders themselves to their supernatural powers.

One must ask oneself? if a grave is an ultimate destination, then is it not better to walk through meadows of life before finally resting and getting mixed with the earth.

Let us now work on not getting haunted by the ghosts of your graveyard.


  • Work on your inner peace, meditate and reflect upon the importance of this existence.
  • Let your present be the guide to your future and simply forget the past, as all things past are irrelevant, and how the sun forgets the night and night forgets the sun, to have each new day and each new night.
  • Nurture your heart by taking interest in small things, enjoy your kid's progress, appreciate your girlfriend/wife, be empathetic to your elders ...this exercise of being empathetic will help expand the corners of your heart so that it is roomier and there is a place for everyone.
  • A simple way to exorcise these ghosts is to not let them die, if you have enough time at your hand you still can work towards making your dreams/aspirations come true.
  • Be childlike in appreciating things and loved ones, be a teacher when guiding someone you care for, be a human when helping others. This way you will have more energy to reserve to work on your dreams.
The above steps will help you become a better version of yourself. Do not imitate other's life and aspirations for they too have ghosts in their grave, this way you will become more haunted for now you are haunted by ghosts from two graves one which is yours alone and one you are trying to imitate.


At Endeavour Initiative we exorcise these ghosts and help you find better aspirations.

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