I have come to a realization. I have an area in my mind, a shelf with papers; actually, it is more like a box in the corner. I have just appointed it a name: My Stupid Box. This is the place where all the ideas I bring to the table that are called stupid or impossible to achieve get stored. Funny thing though, after these thoughts sit in My Stupid Box for a while, they suddenly emerge rejuvenated and with a fresh sense of appeal. It seems ideas become great after hanging out in The Stupid Box. My point: look for your own ideas; they are probably in the corner in a box labeled Stupid.
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