The other side of fear

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I am a creature of habit. Like most other people, I suppose. You know, those of us who build an intricate web of routines to help them cope with tge anxiety caused by the uncertainty of life.

Something to give you the illusion of having the ability to control (or even predict) the future.

We go to the same coffee shop each morning, we spend the same amount of time watching TV late at night. We create a certain pattern.

We want today and tomorrow to contain just enough deja vus to remind us of yesterday. Continue reading

Believe

“Believe that you can run farther or faster. Believe that you’re young enough, old enough, strong enough, and so on to accomplish everything you want to do. Don’t let worn-out beliefs stop you from moving beyond yourself.” – John Bingham

All that we are requires faith. Not just in a religious sense, but also… self-confidence, trust, power, courage, perseverance, ambition. We must believe that we are doing the right thing. We must believe in our actions, in our thoughts, in our feelings, in our destiny.

You are what you believe in. I am what I believe in. We all are the by-products of our beliefs.

This is extremely important. What you believe in is going to determine how your future will look like. Your thoughts will shape your world for you. There is no reality other than the one we interpret ourselves.

That is all.

Believe that you are good enough.

Believe that you can do better.

Believe that you can…

And you WILL.
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Change

11855777_876132899126736_4861646747548953677_nChange is painful. Whether you decide to change, or life simply demands change, it is a painful process. Harmful habits die hard, because we sometimes are so in love with our pain.

We like to have an excuse. Someone or something to put the blame on.

But the truth is that there’s no force on earth stronger than a human being who wants to achieve something. Who truly wants something. Who fights, who struggles, who cries in pain but doesn’t surrender.

Man achieves the impossible by sheer power of will, and that makes him magic. Continue reading

Words and ideas

rw1No matter what happens in my life, there’s one thing I believe in with all my heart: words can shape the world. I believe in the right words said at the right time, I believe in reading someone’s words and deciding a different outcome for yourself.

That’s one of the reasons I write. That maybe once in a while my words offer someone comfort or hope or inspire them to strive for more. I write for someone half a world away to feel less lonely in their thoughts and feelings. Continue reading

Commitment

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Once upon a time was a fighter. He was  the undefeated champion, and a journalist asked him what was his secret. The fighter smiled and said that every single time he went into the ring he was prepared to die. Either he was victorious, or he’d die.
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Passion

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“Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.”Howard Thurman

Ask yourself this simple question: what makes that little muscle inside your chest beat? I mean, really, really beat. Insanely strong, in such a way that you can feel it furiously pumping blood inside your body. What’s your passion? What do you live for? What are you willing to die for? Continue reading

Help needed

From time to time I contemplate the idea of abandoning my dream of becoming a full time writer. I get all kinds of ideas in my head. I’m just pretending to be a writer, and I’m not really good enough, and that I should simply give up.

A couple years ago, before I started this blog, one of my uncles asked me about my writing. Back then I was uploading stories on Wattpad, and I was having a lot of fun. So I told him that I had talked with a girl from Etiopia, who said that she really enjoyed my stories. So much that she cried.

And, well, he asked me about money. Was I earning enough?

In fact, I wasn’t making money at all. And I told him that, and I told him that when a stranger genuinely appreciates your art, that’s worth more than all the money in the world.

I was happy back then. Continue reading