I love me enough but…

Maybe a good reason to leave a bad relationship would have been the absence of emotion, maybe it would have sufficed to believe that that was a good enough indication that something more was needed…

Understanding the ‘fours’ of complex projects

When you put two and two together, you’re supposed to get something straightforward, like a four. Because we know what twos are made of. Ones.

It’s easier to make sense of fours when you remember that they are just sums of twos, gotten from sums of ones.

On making impact

There is a life we are destined to live, a purpose we are meant to create and actualize. Each one of us is tasked with that noble duty, for ourselves and for the human race. We are put here not just to pass through like a bird leaves no path as it flies. No. We are, just as those who have come before us, obligated to make an impact.

You and your ego

We are sometimes made to believe that ego is the enemy. That those with a huge ego are somehow less honourable people than those with smaller egos.

Well, I think we need to understand that ego is just. Without your ego, you probably will not be motivated to achieve or pursue anything worthwhile to your being.

The Song of the Past

Many a time, it is the sound of our past that we keep dancing to, way past the present and deep into the future. We keep an old melody alive, singing its praise and applauding its orchestral eloquence. It was, once, but that is not enough. We embody it as the future, we worship it.

Forgetting that the drums ringing from our past are in the past for a reason. Yes, to direct our path. To illumine, if you will, the hearer, but not to become the object of the future.

Give A Little Fuck

You’ve heard it a million times, but it doesn’t kick in until you experience it.

I mean, you could recite it if it were a poem. You could preach it like it’s the gospel–that you have to love what you do to get optimum satisfaction and outcome.

But then, after preaching, you go back to doing your shitty job everyday and hating every moment of it, wishing for a big break when you could do what you actually love and do it passionately, on your own terms.

Less

I think I’ve grown more comfortable with having less than having more.

It’s probably a state of mind or a flawed mentality, but I don’t care very much.

Having more is a burden. My wants are much. Once my needs are satisfied, the wants start screaming for attention and sometimes the noise can be deafening and swooning, so that you just go with the flow to silence one want after the other until you are left with probably nothing.