Disconnected

The frequency I’ve been blogging is reducing. I’ve been so busy lately, I just wanted to compensate it with sleep and more sleep. Also I’ve got no exciting or out of the ordinary event that happened. It’s been pretty mundane. I guess I could write about my day but it’s all the same everyday. I mean, if i mention about work, it is known that there are plenty of late nights and dissatisfaction.

Ah! I just realised what I can blog about just as I wrote the previous sentence.

I’ve made new friends!

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They are colleagues from work, from other company. I work in the construction field so meeting other consultants is a usual thing. Turns out we click well with these bunch. The age group definitely varies but somehow we are able to mingle very well.

I’m usually the quiet and listen type when I’m with friends, not so much talking. But that day when we first met up for drinks, I just pushed myself to talk because I wanted to give a good first impression. Not this quiet girl that have nothing to say. That’s not very fun is it.

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Be a smart loser, not a stupid winner!

Prost To Life

It’s hard to win an argument with a smart person, but it’s damn near impossible to win an argument with a stupid person -Bill Murray

c1edb4fe317ea4a12c9cf6c750aaa61fI have met people who would just not accept the fact that they can ever be wrong, they just keep arguing about something they are not really sure about, because they don’t know they are not sure about it. If you are a person who loves peace and tries to keep your surrounding calm, you take a step, stop arguing with such people, try to explain once, or maybe twice! if the opposite person is too stubborn to listen to you, just stop doing it. I’m sure there will be a time when that person understands he was wrong and for god’s sake, I hope he stops arguing at least from that point of time!

Stupid conversations can just spoil your good mood and the…

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Passion as Purpose

Most of us tend to find ourselves in jobs that don’t inspire us nor make us happy. We accept much less than our dreams. Before we know it, we’re so far down a path that doesn’t align nor reflect with who we are or what we had originally desired for our lives.

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“Only passions, great passions, can elevate the soul to great things.”

– Denis Diderot

What is your purpose?”

Crickets.

I find that many people tend to get totally silent when they are confronted with this question.

It makes sense. It’s pretty big question after all.

Most of us tend to find ourselves in jobs that don’t inspire us nor make us happy. We accept much less than our dreams. Before we know it, we’re so far down a path that doesn’t align nor reflect with who we are or what we had originally desired for our lives. And the reason for this is because typically we take what we can get to get by in this crazy world. We ignore passion and purpose in lieu of money and security. Not that the latter aren’t important and necessary, but the key thing to remember is that for most of us, we…

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Resignation

I threw in (no, not really) my resignation letter in February but they said I could stay until I found a job. By June they asked if I could stay till August, otherwise they will hire to replace me. It’s August now and I still haven’t found another job. Well I did, my application wasn’t reverted. The reasons why I wanted to resign in the first place still remains. As much as there’s goodness in here, there are also much that clashes with my own work ethics, desired dynamics and personality. If I had to choose a place that goes against how I work and my natural being, and to resign and bet on a new one, I’d choose the latter.

But no adults could understand this. At least not my parents, nor siblings. To them,

Work is work. As long as it brings you cash. At least you’re employed unlike other people or places that doesn’t have this kind of privilege. Work is a duty, not a choice. It’s expected that I work my whole life with little advancement here and there, but with no true purpose besides earning a living.

You can be really good at what you’re doing, and not only not be passionate about it, but also totally loathe it.

 

Master Your Craft for Millions (3 min read)

There are 168 hours in a week,40 hours go towards work, 56 hours to sleep. Leaving you with 72 hours to work on your craft. Excuses of not enough time or energy are not valid. If you desire to refine your craft bad enough you will make time for it.

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Written by Millionaire’s Digest Team Member: Sam Sanderson

Founder & Owner of: Simplistic Success

Millionaire’s Digest Team, Contributor, Business, Entrepreneur and Successful Living Writer


“Master” is defined as a skilled practitioner of a particular art or activity. To be a Master at something in our society will always be highly valued. When an individual brings substantial value to society they are often rewarded financially. Some areas of mastery are rewarded more than others. Professionals in medical, banking and finance and law often have a more direct path to financial reward. That does not mean other areas are not highly valued.

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Defining the Purpose of Your Life (2 min read)

You can be really good at what you’re doing, and not only not be passionate about it, but also totally loathe it.

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What is my definition of success?

Your definition is yours, no one else’s, so you don’t need anyone’s approval and you don’t have to alter it to fit into some little “acceptable” box. But you do have to know what your definition of success is or you won’t know what your end goal is or why you’re working for it. If you define success as being able to pay the mortgage and keep the lights on and that’s what motivates you, there’s nothing wrong with that.

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Self-sufficient

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I have many shortcomings ever since I was young. Maybe it was an idea that was planted in my mind. I was the youngest among my siblings, at least 6 years apart. Whenever my dad asks me something, I’d say “I don’t know“. I didn’t say it to spite him; it was really because I didn’t know the answer to the question he asked. I was young, and lacked self-confidence. Or rather, I didn’t learn how to be or knew what it was. I was labeled as a shy person because I didn’t dared ask questions or give answers they needed to know.

Because of that, I developed a need for independence. I was afraid of asking questions, so I search for answers myself. I depended on my own abilities to seek out explanations and justifications, enough for me to complete certain tasks or whatever my random mind conjures.

The people I’m friends with or work for may misunderstand this as ‘smart‘ or ‘bright‘. But really, it’s all just a way to cover up my weakness.

Another way I do is I unconsciously surround myself with friends that are certainly not afraid to speak out their minds. They’re loud, charismatic, smart, and most importantly, funny as hell.

If I was a knight, my girl friends would symbolise my sword. They are the strongest beings I have ever met; both physically and mentally. They don’t need a man to rely on for strength. They are self-sufficient. And they protect me in ways, many I probably didn’t know they have.

Because of my shortcomings, I developed a ‘formula’ or a standard to live. I can’t always need someone else to help me if I need one. I can’t always expect that they will always be there for me. Above all, I can’t let my past experience doubt my actual abilities.

Also, because of this, I simply cannot accept it when others need help without trying it on their own. Where’s your strength? Where’s your independence? Where’s your confidence?

I’m not saying asking for help is shameful and wrong. I’m asking whether you acknowledge your abilities before giving up or not?