“You don’t set out to build a wall. You don’t say ‘I’m going to build the biggest, baddest, greatest wall that’s ever been built.’ You don’t start there. You say, ‘I’m going to lay this brick as perfectly as a brick can be laid. You do that every single day. And soon you have a wall.” – Will Smith
They say patience is a virtue. They also say patience is not necessarily the ability to wait, but rather the manner in which you wait.
Truth be told, life is lived one day at a time. Novels are written one word at a time. You can only walk one step at a time.
Great walls are built one brick at a time.
We often desire change. We daydream about being and having and all that but we seldom act on those dreams. The distance seems impossibly long. Standing there, at the base of the mountain, contemplating having reached the peak, it feels as if daydreaming is all we can do. Continue reading
My father used to have this laidback approach to life. Being the owner of a pretty successful restaurant, he’d go drive to work in the morning, drink his coffee, eat his breakfast, then he’d watch TV in his office for a few hours, then head back home in the afternoon, take a nap, then head back to the restaurant at around 7 PM, eat dinner, watch TV for a few more hours in his office, then drive back home, drink some wine, and then sit on the couch watching TV for a few more hours.
Those were the habits I observed during the years.
My father also didn’t like to have much. No plans for the future, no great ambitions. He wasn’t passionate enough about his business to learn and evolve. He also notoriously didn’t like to invest in his restaurant, which meant that the damn thing was close to falling apart when he went bankrupt.
Looking back, everyone could see what had happened, and why. But he didn’t. He never did. He put the blame on all sorts of external factors (real or even imaginary), and he thought it all to be unfair. Those who made it big were all thieves, liars, or lucky. And he wasn’t any of those things.
Funny. Continue reading
Because who wakes up in the morning, gets a lot more done before everyone else wakes up.
Because the quality of your morning determines how the rest of your day unfolds.
Because early in the morning (even before the sun rises) it’s a lot more quiet and it’s a lot easier to get stuff done. Continue reading
“It seems to me that if you or I must choose between two courses of thought or action, we should remember our dying and try so to live that our death brings no pleasure to the world.” ― John Steinbeck, East of Eden
I’m some eleven months through my 29th year on this Earth.
I feel fine. I workout every day. I drink plenty of water. I try to get my eight hours of sleep. I try to eat healthy. I take some supplements, multivitamins and stuff. But I am feeling a bit older than I did when I first started this blog. I feel tired after less hours of writing than I used to.
It’s not being dead, but getting closer to death that scares us, right?
I am also a bit heartbroken, as artists are supposed to be from time to time. Continue reading
What are you going to do about it?
Here’s the thing about being human: you are given a lot of crutches in life, but they are double edged swords. They make you feel better for a while, but you’ve got to give up your power…
Put the blame on someone else or something else…
Fate, some god, the economy, other people, society, or your parents…
Yeah…they make you feel better…
It is easy to call talented those who worked harder than you in order to be better than you…
It is easy to sit on your couch and wait for your soulmate to find you… Because that’s what all the fairytales told you it’s going to happen.
It’s easy to put the blame somewhere else, and forever give up on the responsibility to change yourself for the better…
But you know what’s not easy? Continue reading
Nathaniel Hawthorne once wrote, “No man, for any considerable period, can wear one face to himself and another to the multitude, without finally getting bewildered as to which may be the true.”
We all act differently around certain people, because we want to impress them, or maybe because we simply don’t want to dissapoint them. And sometimes, indeed, we can’t figure out who we really are.
I once wrote that our freedom is limited only by what we believe to be the perception others have about us. If we’re afraid the world won’t like us for who we really are, then we try our best to “behave.” Continue reading