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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CkYAR3s7eyp7ImA9WhRUFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818267</id><updated>2012-01-26T16:02:26.503+01:00</updated><category term="Me" /><category term="mood" /><category term="ATM" /><category term="Life Dreams" /><category term="tired" /><category term="Butterfly" /><category term="elections" /><category term="hurry" /><category term="pursuit of life" /><category term="Thoughts" /><category term="life schedules" /><category term="aspire" /><category term="Metaphor" /><category term="Advice tips on success" /><category term="database failed" /><category term="Plan for life and purpose" /><category term="wealth plan" /><category term="rush" /><category term="Anime" /><category term="leg man" /><category term="job" /><category term="lagos" /><category term="legs" /><category term="emotion" /><category term="Faizah" /><category term="state of mind" /><category term="risk and adventure" /><category term="Struggle" /><category term="Work" /><category term="Rage" /><category term="Quest" /><category term="silence" /><category term="friday" /><category term="Post christmas" /><category term="2011 - 1st day" /><category term="end of year" /><category term="roadmap to success" /><category term="self employment" /><category term="lonely" /><category term="June" /><category term="New year" /><category term="Salsa" /><category term="better way of life" /><category term="Inspiration" /><category term="ideas" /><category term="salary" /><category term="AMBO2" /><category term="Monday" /><category term="Nigeria" /><category term="Leg fetsih" /><category term="dad's birthday" /><category term="disaster" /><category term="state of the nation" /><category term="Learning" /><category term="ethiopia" /><category term="Revamped" /><category term="footprint" /><category term="still in the office" /><category term="Contemplation..." /><category term="pain" /><category term="job related stress" /><category term="Japanese language" /><category term="sidelines" /><category term="love" /><category term="Eureka" /><category term="broke" /><category term="stockings..." /><category term="2007 - birthday" /><category term="the blues" /><category term="SUMO" /><category term="resolutions" /><category term="Dislike my job" /><category term="finding me" /><category term="use of time" /><category term="dan's birthday" /><category term="Ettehgate" /><category term="My Birthday" /><category term="tranquility" /><category term="Independence day" /><category term="Jay Leno - Humor merchant" /><category term="dancing" /><category term="Toby's wedding" /><category term="ZEN" /><category term="ecommerce" /><category term="PHCN" /><category term="september" /><category term="political" /><category term="parkour" /><category term="Paul Mcgee" /><category term="state of my emotions" /><category term="free running" /><category term="facilitator" /><category term="Imagination" /><category term="october" /><category term="credit card" /><category term="bend over" /><category term="Rat race" /><category term="new snippets" /><category term="friends" /><category term="Contentment" /><category term="liberty" /><category term="no comments on blog" /><category term="inconsequencial" /><category term="Uniforms" /><category term="experience" /><category term="Secret of success" /><category term="NEPA" /><category term="Fragile heart" /><category term="july 2008" /><category term="One chance" /><category term="life" /><category term="frustrations" /><category term="Business" /><category term="friendship" /><category term="dreams" /><category term="Debit card" /><category term="jobs" /><category term="NB" /><category term="aspirations" /><category term="words" /><category term="Valucard" /><category term="feelings" /><category term="29 years" /><category term="disgruntled" /><category term="life attitude" /><category term="love gone sour" /><category term="rambling" /><category term="end of 2009" /><category term="money" /><title>Life's a BEACH - lot's of sand,  fish, water and little else... But the view's great!</title><subtitle type="html">Thoughts about the issues of living, thinking, eating, breathing and other unmentionable acts as "Chinedu"; a mortal hunk of flesh.
I have a fascination for words - I think words have an ability, a power of their own to take on life and provide meaning, to cause action, change or destruction...

On my beach - things are varied but there are always lessons to be learned and you can never really tell how far the rabbit hole goes.

A soap opera of thoughts expressed as words...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://chig78.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://chig78.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818267/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Chinedu Koggu</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105050625840491653989</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-26yCG3DxAx0/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/o4vrYA-sZi4/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>194</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LifesABeach-LotsOfSandFishWaterAndLittleElseButTheViewsGreat" /><feedburner:info uri="lifesabeach-lotsofsandfishwaterandlittleelsebuttheviewsgreat" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAFQnwycCp7ImA9WhdXGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818267.post-2759325193584956170</id><published>2011-08-31T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T21:25:13.298+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-01T21:25:13.298+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="roadmap to success" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Plan for life and purpose" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Secret of success" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Advice tips on success" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wealth plan" /><title>Life's Road Map - An Elixir of Wealth</title><content type="html">I have found the&amp;nbsp;elixir of wealth...&lt;br /&gt;
*Pauses to savour the ensuring silence that prevails.*&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone seems to have ideas and everyone thinks they may just luck it out but the truth is that it was never a secret to begin with - it was there all along hiding in plain sight.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I remember an adage that goes (and this is me&amp;nbsp;paraphrasing&amp;nbsp;of course so I don't expect you to get your knickers in a twist if It doesn't come out the right way...) the best way to hide something is to conceal it in plain sight - that's the first place where NO one will think to look.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alas that's the same principle that has been at work with man - we&amp;nbsp;always&amp;nbsp;think that the more complex an issue/idea is the surer the answers and that form of thinking is&amp;nbsp;what&amp;nbsp;causes many brains and brain cells to heat up and boil away into mist.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wealth, power and fortune are all principles.&lt;br /&gt;
They can be learnt and applied judiciously and the best way to do this is to look at people who are successful and emulate them - THAT'S IT!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There is no need re-inventing&amp;nbsp;the wheel; even&amp;nbsp;though&amp;nbsp;that form of learning has its own advantages but in the long run - there is the loss of precious time (another scare&amp;nbsp;resource that is gradually&amp;nbsp;corroded away).&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Stand on the shoulders of&amp;nbsp;giants&amp;nbsp;as often as you can and gain the&amp;nbsp;perspective&amp;nbsp;needed to see the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;
Solve the problem of the rat race -&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;mindless run that convinces you that your effort is the key to success.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
While you're on it here's another adage thrown in for free: Work Smarter; Not Harder!&lt;br /&gt;
Why you ask?&lt;br /&gt;
Because results are rewarded NOT effort.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't spend time wishing - spend time dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;
After fixing your focus on those dreams - WORK to actualize them - use as reference people who have done something similar - by all means borrow ideas and concepts as often as you can - evolve them to suit you plan but keep evolving with what already exists - proceed from the known to the&amp;nbsp;unknown&amp;nbsp;- one step at a time with an eye on the future where the&amp;nbsp;reference&amp;nbsp;of the past provides a sure foundation.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hope that you go to bed today with a head full of dreams and wake up with eyes lit up with determination, focus and drive! Let your Future Start now.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
I could possibly list all the positives that read like a&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;list:&lt;br /&gt;
Wealth&lt;br /&gt;
Fame&lt;br /&gt;
Fortune (money by another name - notice the&amp;nbsp;repetition)&lt;br /&gt;
A good Husband/wife (sub qualities included - beauty, charm, humour, creativity, passion etc)&lt;br /&gt;
Connections (social, emotional and economic - notice the subtle reference again...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In the end - it is really all about the good life and what I want for myself - who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
These are the broad requirements and if you really look at the list above - it probably reads like every other human's list on the face of the earth (with a few&amp;nbsp;variations here and there&amp;nbsp;of course)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The point is that we most of the time want the same things - however the specifics and the REAL requirements are rarely filled out...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So even though we think (operative word is think) we know what we want - we rarely have a clue of what WILL really make us happy or&amp;nbsp;fulfilled...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To find the true purpose or meaning behind our lives - rendering service, giving hope, providing support, helping without the&amp;nbsp;expectation&amp;nbsp;of reward...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I've always been in the quest of finding a bigger meaning behind my life and what&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;can give back - what can&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;do that will outlive my life on earth as a legacy (not wealth and not momentary fame but a true long lasting legacy...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I'm not one to waste time doing posts that don't add some value in thoughts or actions.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However I will draw the line at the means that some writers adopt of trying to "blackmail" people to send content to others. There is the gift of free will and anyone is entitled to use his/hers in anyway - i will not be made to feel guilty - I would instead prefer to be made to think and judge then exercise my own free will to act as my thoughts dictate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will thus share this message&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;it made me think and to consider that sometimes THINGS are not as they seem or WHAT they initially seem. There is more to this story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This story was circulated and of course it means that I DID not write it nor do I make a claim to knowing who wrote it (if I knew&amp;nbsp;the&amp;nbsp;author i would share that fact with you)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've said too much already - here it is - read and judge for your self what the morals are and if there is perhaps something you can learn beyond the seemingly simple story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 BEAUTIFUL STORIES TO SHARE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STORY 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There was once this guy who was very much in love with his girl.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This&amp;nbsp;romantic guy folded 1,000 pieces of paper cranes as a gift to his&amp;nbsp;girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although, at that time he was just a small fry in his company, his&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;future didn't seem too bright, they were very happy together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until&amp;nbsp;one day, his girl told him she was going to Paris and will never come back. She also told him that she cannot visualize any future for the both of them, so they went their own ways there and then...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heartbroken, the guy agreed. But when he regained his confidence, he worked hard day and night, slogging his body and mind just to make something out of himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally with all the hard work and the help of friends, this guy had&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;set up his own company ..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lesson no. 1 &amp;nbsp;You never fail until you stop trying.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One rainy day, while this guy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;was driving, he saw an elderly couple sharing an umbrella in the rain walking to some destination. Even with the umbrella, they were still drenched. It didn't take him long to realize they were his girl's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a desire to get back at them, he drove slowly beside the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couple, wanting them to spot him in his luxury sedan. He wanted them to know that he wasn't the same any more; he had his own company, car, condo, etc. He had made it! What he saw next confused him, the couple was walking towards a cemetery, and so he got out of his car and followed...and he saw his girl, a photograph of her smiling sweetly as ever at him from her tombstone and he saw his paper cranes right beside her...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her parents saw him. He asked them what had happened. They&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;explained, she did not leave for France at all. She had been ill with&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cancer. She had believed that he will make it someday, but she did not want to be his obstacle or a liability to him... therefore she had chosen to leave him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have. She had wanted her parents to put his paper cranes beside her, because, if the day comes when fate brings him to her again...he can take some of those back with him...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once you have loved, you will always love. For what's in your mind may escape but what's in your heart will remain forever.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy just wept...The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;right beside her knowing you can't have her, see her or be with her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ever again.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Find time to realize that there is one person who means so much to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you, appreciate them for who they are because the opportunity may never present itself again.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;STORY 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;KINDNESS Pays !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school, found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house. However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door. Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water. She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk. He drank it slowly, and then asked, "How much do I owe you?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"You don't owe me anything," she replied&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Mother has taught us never to accept payment for a kindness." She said.... "Then I thank you from my heart."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;physically, but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Years later that young woman became critically ill. The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city, where they called in specialists to study her rare disease. Dr. Howard Kelly (gynecology) was called in for the consultation. When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dressed in his doctor's gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once. He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;From that day he gave special attention to the case.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a long struggle, the battle was won. Dr. Kelly requested the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;business office to pass the final bill to him for approval. He looked&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at it, then wrote something on the edge and the bill was sent to her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;life to pay for it all. Finally, she looked, and something caught ;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;her attention on the side as She read these words.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Paid in full with one glass of milk." (Signed) Dr. Howard Atmond Kelly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed: "Thank You, GOD, that Your love has spread abroad through human hearts and hands."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
The year's still early but I figure it's never too early to start - 2011 has so many&amp;nbsp;hidden&amp;nbsp;surprises.&lt;br /&gt;
Great potential on all fronts.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I just concluded my appraisal for the last half of 2010 and it didn't look good - I guess the subjective judgement of the man who welds the big stick determines the final score and in this case this is not an adequate representation of me - this is someone trying to stick a label on me.&lt;br /&gt;
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He says and I quote: this is not you - you can do better than this...&lt;br /&gt;
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I've done a few "better things" and nothing came of it thus far -I've learnt my lesson (never expect praise for some good work - do it because you're&amp;nbsp;interested&amp;nbsp;and love what you do)&lt;br /&gt;
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On the relationship front - there have been some major changes - I'm at the crossroads and i sense change in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is me stating the obvious - I will be coming out of my corner with all intents to fight and I will not be taking any prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;
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I left my office yesterday and got home at about nine pm. The celebrations for the new year were gradually picking up some steam. Fireworks were going off in different directions. Meanwhile the threat of danger still ever present - as the Nigerian elections draw close, we start to notice how the bombs have become the new tool of choice - what in GOD's good name have we become....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
back to the topic under discussion:&lt;br /&gt;
I was feeling a little down and decided that there was to be no mid-night service for me. I just wanted to be with myself and catch up on some ME time. I grabbed my bible after peeling off my clothes and kept it for standby duty... I wanted to do some introspection and define me for 2011.&lt;br /&gt;
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I found a couple of&amp;nbsp;interesting&amp;nbsp;passages - a bit of genesis which spoke about the creation of man and woman.&lt;br /&gt;
Then i kinda drifted to proverbs where i read something that stuck: something about the bold man getting the rewards of his acts.&lt;br /&gt;
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That was the moment: 2011 required BOLDNESS from me.&lt;br /&gt;
I would expand my horizon and GOD help this year - it had more to fear from me than I had to FEAR from it. This will be my coming out. This is where i make my stand.&lt;br /&gt;
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Welcome 2011 - prepare to be subjugated and tamed.&lt;br /&gt;
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I walk hand in hand with my GOD to face the unseen.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm in the office and most of the work force has dissolved into the ethers of the holiday mood. they have mostly left for home and I'm trying to catch up on my writing and provide skeletal support for any issues that may arise.&lt;br /&gt;
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Tomorrow will be spent indoors after attending a church service and I hope to make myself as happy as i can afford to be. Perhaps a few glasses of red wine and the television.&lt;br /&gt;
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To those of you out there I say: a merry&amp;nbsp;Christmas&amp;nbsp;and a happy new year.&lt;br /&gt;
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Was i living my dream?&lt;br /&gt;
By a far cry no! But I had started in the right direction with so much ambition and hope. Four years down the line it is pretty easy to say that I have probably lost the thread of discussion.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It wasn't that i had or have given up - it was simply the feeling that time was peeling away from me and i could do little to catch up. Everywhere I look, I am exposed to success stories that show me that others are indeed living their dreams or in the mist of&amp;nbsp;achieving&amp;nbsp;it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Don't get me wrong - we all see the other sides of the coin everywhere we go. But most don't focus on that side of the coin to begin with. We all want the flashing bulbs and the fame and success that comes with doing living the dream. Do we see the measure of preparation or the toils and suffering that are often hidden from view - these are probably the training fields that most go through during their rites of preparation.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are so many ideas and dreams that have been&amp;nbsp;nurtured&amp;nbsp;with a full &amp;nbsp;view towards success. Even when one is aware of the requirements and one makes every effort to pay the dues - something utterly unplanned has to materialize and spoil it.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is not for a lack of trying and yet I have squandered many dreams on the pathway towards my independence. I detest my working environment and my working&amp;nbsp;conditions. I hate the seemingly unplanned and un-coordinated approaches.&lt;br /&gt;
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I hate the fact that my decisions depend on others and that often times - we are simply following rules that are no longer valid in today's working environment.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hate that my ideas are squandered and left to die and that I can seem to do nothing to change the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;
Where are my failings? What can I do to&amp;nbsp;amend&amp;nbsp;them. Where and how can i improve my situation that I no longer feel like a failure?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I no longer wish to live by the rules of the un-informed.&lt;br /&gt;
I wish to live my dreams here and now.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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If you learn your lesson well, you can avoid all such pit falls in the near future that she may have pointed out but if you set yourself up as a slouch, she can be very unforgiving and a punisher of the wrong choices.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We're always victims of ourselves and our emotions - sometimes you are the&amp;nbsp;aggressor&amp;nbsp;and other times, you're the victim. regardless of your role - we all have our turn in the playground.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't think that you can guard your heart and don't think that it is a foolish thing to love - where would we be without it? what would we be without it. It is the single purpose that GOD has kept in store for us - to discover the bounties of HIS love given freely and only requiring that we accept willingly. To equally learn to give this gift freely and openly is our sole purpose on earth.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do i hear a scoff in the background (yeah, Right!)?&lt;br /&gt;
Well, I know I can't force the idea on you and it would be meaningless for me to try - I have much better things to do with my time - I will however advice that your&amp;nbsp;skepticism&amp;nbsp;be reviewed.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
We live to love - it is a primary function and purpose of our lives and it doesn't matter what we love - it just matters that we loved and that it changed US as well as the object of our vast affections. It provides drive, purpose and a meaning to our existence.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Like everything else in our lives, we have attempted to master this elusive emotion - imposing upon it some sort and measure of control. It was not meant to be&amp;nbsp;controlled&amp;nbsp;or measured. It was meant to be experienced and felt. It is not always pure when we do give in to its lull but at least we can say we felt that sense of freedom imposed and the fright and glee and joy and pain that it granted to us.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am here in hindsight looking at my choices - at what I cannot have but want.&lt;br /&gt;
At what I have chosen to give in to it knowing fully well that it is a one way street - no matter what I said or the brave face I tried to put up - I wasn't ready for what its has done to me and how it ravishes my thoughts. But i wouldn't trade places in the world.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I made my decision and now I face the consequences and yes it hurts like hell - this too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;
As a motivational speaker (Paul&amp;nbsp;McGee) - apply the SUMO principle: Shut Up, Move On.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My heart is heavy with this perceived loss and it suddenly is like going back to what I have always felt previously: Lonely.&lt;br /&gt;
I will probably keep a memory of this moment and probably laugh at my reactions at a alter date yet unspecified but i wouldn't trade places and I wouldn't undo anything that had happened. I can scoff at my small and petty antics now and yet I cannot disregard the gift to have felt this way for this person.&lt;br /&gt;
There's this invisible load that weighs heavily upon me and now the weight leaves me feeling bereft, like I've lost the one thing I value the most.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without this feeling of loss - I will not appreciate the gift I have received or the blessings that have come my way - without it, I will not be a better man - a better person.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot trade places and would not change any&amp;nbsp;choices&amp;nbsp;I have freely made. I have opened up hedge and now it is broken - I will feel the pain of every invasion like salt on a raw wound.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh how i cherish this pain...&lt;br /&gt;
When i was still carrying weights, I&amp;nbsp;looked&amp;nbsp;forward&amp;nbsp;to the pain and aches - they where an indication that I was shaping my body and it was protesting but it would obey - it had no choice - the pain was an indication of change taking place underneath and i used &amp;nbsp;to revel in this pain. It was an indication of success.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I have been hit but by GOD, how i love this pain and raw feelings that coarse through me - what better indication that I'm alive?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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I aspire to be effective in what I do, I aspire for excellence in any field of endeavor that I find myself in...&lt;br /&gt;I aspire for fame and fortune, for happiness and content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However when the accolades in our heads have died down - where are we along the ladder of our aspirations? Are we really aspiring to move and propel ourselves towards a greater good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are those dreams that propel you? Do you even know?&lt;br /&gt;The better question for me would be what my dreams and "Aspirations" (another use of aspire) are worth? Beauty is indeed in the eye of the beholder and my eyes have beheld the grand place held for me should my aspirations be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all success stories waiting to be written and even if our "books" read like a testament of hardship (the human animal detests pain and suffering) the lessons learned are worth the investment in pain, sweat and blood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret not believing in myself earlier - I regret the lost time spent wishing about better situations but I will not be held back because I arrived at the party "late".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it comes to that I'll start a party for myself all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it looks the most like success seems impossible that's when I should stubbornly refuse to yield and focus - aspire and aim towards those goals that drive me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is after all the here and now and since I control that by my beliefs and what drives me - I control the direction of my fate and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all aspire for success in our chosen endeavors - we all want the inner acknowledgment that comes from deep within particularly when we have attained all or part of our aspirations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success has a lot of bedfellows but before it got there it was often a lonely journey.&lt;br /&gt;The deeper and inner conviction that we can is part of the chain of aspiration - that which binds our dreams and goals to our purpose to attain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that to aspire is to inch towards that which we truly seek - our dedication and commitment and perseverance is required for true success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aspire towards that dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="zemanta-pixie"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=218f327d-7d68-827c-b026-8963047d9354" alt="" class="zemanta-pixie-img" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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You know what I'm referring to of course: those problems or challenges in your life that seem to stick to you like a leech on skin - they are obvious and painful and often unwanted (except of course you fall into that peculiar category that love "leeches")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often times the greater challenge for us is the WILL to face the day and give it the "rude finger" - this is of course not to say that our problems magically disappear after this so brief moment but rather that we generate the attitude required to stay ahead of our problems and situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to read quotes of people who have defined their fates and destinies and have a few words to say on the subject - each has demonstrated a personal philosophy that seems to summarize the "ATTITUDE" required to hold life by the short and curlies regardless of how it seems to look to you right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By way of  introduction,  i give to you a few wise words from: &lt;b&gt;Maya Angelou&lt;/b&gt; (pronounced &lt;span title="Pronunciation in the International Phonetic Alphabet (IPA)" class="IPA"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wikipedia:IPA_for_English" title="Wikipedia:IPA for English"&gt;/ˈmaɪ.ə ˈændʒəloʊ/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;sup id="cite_ref-0" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Angelou#cite_note-0"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;1&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; born &lt;b&gt;Marguerite Ann Johnson&lt;/b&gt; on April 4, 1928)&lt;sup id="cite_ref-1" class="reference"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Angelou#cite_note-1"&gt;&lt;span&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;2&lt;span&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt; is an American &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Autobiography" title="Autobiography"&gt;autobiographer&lt;/a&gt; and poet. (quote from: Wikipedia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 id="siteSub"&gt;(Once again these quotes are not mine and i make no claim to them except as a means to buttress my point of view)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Find below a few of her quotes - find in them something that resonates within you and maybe this will set you towards that which we all seek - freedom to be as we are destined to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul class="quote_list"&gt;&lt;li id="quote_19784"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_20017"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;I can be changed by what happens to me. But I refuse to be reduced by it.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_4478"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_17683"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;There is a very fine line between loving life and being greedy for it.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_20844"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_16903"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;Success is liking yourself, liking what you do, and liking how you do it.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_18420"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;I want all my senses engaged. Let me absorb the world's variety and uniqueness.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_17965"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_11652"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;Courage is fear that has said its prayers.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_17682"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;Talent is like electricity. We don't understand electricity. We use it.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_13335"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;One isn't necessarily born with courage, but one is born with potential. Without courage, we cannot practice any other virtue with consistency. We can't be kind, true, merciful, generous, or honest.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_12317"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;I know why the caged bird sings.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_22905"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;"I've learned people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel".&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_17279"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;History, despite its wrenching pain, cannot be unlived, however, if faced with courage, need not be lived again.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_12777"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;When you learn, teach. When you get, give.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_16728"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;               &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li id="quote_13094"&gt;       &lt;div class="quote"&gt;Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told, 'I'm with you kid. Let's go.'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The crime is not when we stumble and fall for without stumbling/falling where would we be on the ladder of life's experiences - the crime is rather when we stumble/fall and chose to stay down in defeat - take as much time as you need while on the ground but when you get up - PLEASE GET UP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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What are we really here for?&lt;br/&gt;What do we really want in our quest to live life to the fullest?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;In this regard I will introduce you to an note sent to me by a colleague (for the fear of legal action: I AM NOT the author of the attached piece and make no such claim) - the words of wisdom spoken in true context - to be taken in the dose required.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Written By &lt;b&gt;Regina Brett&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;90 years old, of The Plain Dealer, Cleveland , Ohio&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br/&gt;"To celebrate growing older, I once wrote &lt;i&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;the 45 lessons life taught me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;br/&gt;It is the most-requested column I've ever written. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My odometer rolled over to 90 in August, so here is the column once more:&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;1. Life isn't fair, but it's still good. &lt;br/&gt;2. When in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br/&gt;3. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone.&lt;br/&gt;4. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends and parents will. Stay in touch.&lt;br/&gt;5. Pay off your credit cards every month.&lt;br/&gt;6. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree.&lt;br/&gt;7. Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br/&gt;8. It's OK to get angry with God. He can take it.&lt;br/&gt;9. Save for retirement starting with your first pay check.&lt;br/&gt;10. When it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br/&gt;11. Make peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br/&gt;12. It's OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br/&gt;13. Don't compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about.&lt;br/&gt;14. If a relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in it.&lt;br/&gt;15. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br/&gt;16. Take a deep breath. It calms the mind.&lt;br/&gt;17. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful.&lt;br/&gt;18. Whatever doesn't kill you really does make you stronger.&lt;br/&gt;19. It's never too late to have a happy childhood. But the second one is up to you and no one else.&lt;br/&gt;20. When it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an answer.&lt;br/&gt;21. Burn the candles, use the nice sheets, wear the fancy lingerie. Don't save it for a special occasion. Today is special.&lt;br/&gt;22. Over prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br/&gt;23. Be eccentric now. Don't wait for old age to wear purple.&lt;br/&gt;24. The most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br/&gt;25. No one is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br/&gt;26. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: 'In five years, will this matter?'&lt;br/&gt;27. Always choose life.&lt;br/&gt;28. Forgive everyone everything.&lt;br/&gt;29. What other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br/&gt;30. Time heals almost everything. Give time time.&lt;br/&gt;31. However good or bad a situation is, it will change.&lt;br/&gt;32. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br/&gt;33. Believe in miracles.&lt;br/&gt;34. God loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't do.&lt;br/&gt;35. Don't audit life. Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br/&gt;36. Growing old beats the alternative -- dying young.&lt;br/&gt;37. Your children get only one childhood.&lt;br/&gt;38. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br/&gt;39. Get outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br/&gt;40. If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.&lt;br/&gt;41. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br/&gt;42. The best is yet to come.&lt;br/&gt;43. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br/&gt;44. Yield.&lt;br/&gt;45. Life isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I hope this means something to you - particularly as we live through this journey we call life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class='zemanta-pixie'&gt;&lt;img src='http://img.zemanta.com/pixy.gif?x-id=0825f670-e8ea-815f-a8cd-9077d2287f3b' alt='' class='zemanta-pixie-img'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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I am not game to be sued!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I present to you: Jay Leno (In his words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;US&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; has made a new weapon that  destroys people but keeps the&lt;br /&gt;building standing,. It's called the stock  market &lt;br /&gt;-Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Do you have any idea how cheap stocks are?  Wall Street is now being&lt;br /&gt;called Wal-Mart Street &lt;br /&gt;Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The difference between a pigeon and a &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; investment banker. The&lt;br /&gt;pigeon can  still make a deposit on a Ferrari &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What's the difference between a  guy who lost everything in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Las  Vegas&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and an investment banker? A tie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The  problem with investment bank balance sheet is that on the left&lt;br /&gt;side  nothing's right and on the right side nothing's left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I want to warn  people from &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Nigeria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; who might  be watching our show, if&lt;br /&gt;you get any e mails from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state st="on"&gt;Washington&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; asking for  money, it's a scam. Don't&lt;br /&gt;fall for it&lt;br /&gt;Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  President Bush's response was to meet some small business owners in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;San Antonio&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; last&lt;br /&gt;week.  The small business owners are General Motors, General Electric and&lt;br /&gt;Century  21.-&lt;br /&gt;Jay Leno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What worries me most about the credit crunch, is  that if one of my&lt;br /&gt; check is returned stamped 'insufficient funds'. I won't  know whether&lt;br /&gt;that refers to mine or the bank's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few terms to come to grips with so that when you hear such titles or buzzwords - you can strangle the person before proceeding with the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW STOCK MARKET  TERMS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CEO--Chief Embezzlement Officer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CFO-- Corporate Fraud  Officer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BULL MARKET-- A random market movement causing an investor to  mistake himself for a financial genius. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEAR MARKET-- A 6 to 18  month period when the kids get no allowance, the&lt;br /&gt;wife gets no  jewelry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VALUE INVESTING-- The art of buying low and selling  lower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P/E RATIO-- The percentage of investors wetting their pants as  the&lt;br /&gt;market keeps crashing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BROKER -- What my broker has made  me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STANDARD &amp;amp; POOR-- Your life in a nutshell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK  ANALYST-- Idiot who just downgraded your stock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STOCK &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;SPLIT&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;-- When your ex-wife  and her lawyer split your assets equally between  themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINANCIAL PLANNER-- A guy whose phone has been  disconnected. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARKET CORRECTION-- The day after you buy  stocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASH FLOW-- The movement your money makes as it disappears down  the toilet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YAHOO-- What you yell after selling it to some poor  sucker for $240 per share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WINDOWS-- What you jump out of when  you're the sucker who bought Yahoo @ $240 per share. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INSTITUTIONAL  INVESTOR-- Past year investor who's now locked up in  a nuthouse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PROFIT-- An archaic word no longer in use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--
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