<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' gd:etag='W/&quot;C0AHRHk-fyp7ImA9Wx9UFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384006436286726814</id><updated>2011-02-13T02:08:55.757-08:00</updated><title>Our World Revisited</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is inspired by basic life truths that empowers it's readers into a more productive and healthy life!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviamariejones.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384006436286726814/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviamariejones.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Olivia Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516393808683249552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;C0AHRHk9fCp7ImA9Wx9UFUQ.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384006436286726814.post-8000127750970351543</id><published>2011-02-13T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T02:08:55.764-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-13T02:08:55.764-08:00</app:edited><title>Target Practice</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;What is it that you believe in? What are the things you are certain of? These are the things in life that you go to as a source of inspiration, the things that serve a direct purpose in your life and give meaning to it above all other things. Whatever you believe is what you find to be true for you and possibly for others, but its residence is with you. You believe what you believe, right? However, the things you directly put out into the universe, such as what you believe as truth and become certain of, will be repelled or directly inverse by it. The things that are opposite of what you believe or the opposing view will automatically broadcasted before you. It will glare it you, sticking out like a soar thumb and&amp;nbsp;impossible to ignore&amp;nbsp;as flashing neon lights. Its just the way it is. Some people decide not to&amp;nbsp;acquire any&amp;nbsp;beliefs because of this reason of having to be somewhat defensive all the time or having to carry the possibility of debate upon their shoulders. Many times it takes much courage just to have your truth in your heart alone. However this is not because you are wrong and it doesn't mean that you should stop believing. Your beliefs become a target for the world around you because of three main reasons.&amp;nbsp;First of all you are growing. Secondly, your mind is sensitive to and is constantly aware of the opposing view, making it easier for it to have its effect on you. Thirdly,&amp;nbsp; you are going against&amp;nbsp;the natural inclination to adapt or adjust to your atmosphere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When you were little you may recall having to get rid of your old set of teeth. Every other day it seemed like there was another one shaky enough to pull out and your parents even made a game of it saying that if you put your tooth under your pillow that the tooth fairy will take it and give you money in exchange. It was because the fact of growing, and sometimes its very process, is painful. Anything that dares not to be constrained by its confines has to push forth as a new tooth does through tender gums. It won't be easy to endure but it is expected, just as children are expected to experience loss of teeth at this stage in their lives. The target in your case is your beliefs and realizing that you are growing pushes you out of range.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Believing in something or acquiring a particular truth can cause sensitivity to the existence of opposing beliefs. You become constantly aware of them and them and they seem to be ever before you. You must realize that believing means the absence of unbelief or doubt. Doubt and anything associated with it is the old pair of shoes. Now you have a new pair of shoes which is your belief and everyone knows that once you have a new pair of shoes you began to see those spots and stains on the old pair that you never really noticed before.&amp;nbsp;The old shoes seem even more dirty and warn. Its just the same with believing.&amp;nbsp;You begin to easily notice all the faults of the opposing view and sometimes it causes you to even desire more from what you believe in, giving way to your belief becoming a target by your own subconscious mind. However, knowledge is your strength, so knowing this pushes the target (which&amp;nbsp;are your beliefs) out of range from any darts from others and from yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Beliefs have been apart of our society since the beginning of time and this will never change. However, what we believe in must coincide to what we know, see, hear, taste, smell. Basically it must be something we can wrap our heads around. If this is not true of&amp;nbsp; what we believe, like for instance the belief in a God, we are going against our natural inclination to adapt to the society in which we live and this is mainly the reason why it is believed that there is no God for humanity seeks to create answers to his own questions. It isn't natural for us to believe that we are not in control of our own destiny. Hence the target. Again, knowing and being aware of the things that make your belief a direct target makes you out of range to being victimized or subject to the opposing views. You have to use your knowledge of the beliefs you have in order to keep them. Target practice dismissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Now that you know where your actions are originating from you are given the power to control them, even the actions most people say is very hard to control.&amp;nbsp;How?&amp;nbsp; By controlling what you think about. Thinking about negativity can only produce that which is negative. Thinking about positivity can only produce that which is positive. You must constantly fight to keep your mind focused on that which is lovely, good, just, pure, anything that you want to see more of in your own life. What you think is what you will become. You may not want to murder but if it is all you think about then you will eventually commit murder for murderers aren't born murderers. You must fight to think on the positive things of life in every situation or circumstance. The reason I say you must "fight" to do this is because it becomes a struggle each and every day we live to do this. With the increase of crime and poverty it seems impossible to only think of that which is positive. However, thinking positively is like exercising. Once you begin those first weeks you are always sore and tired and it seems like there is little change. Then once you keep exercising you start to see the extra energy, a pound shed here and there, a muscle or two, or even I clearer mind. Then you keep exercising and soon it becomes common place to have more energy, to look better, to feel better, and you can hardly remember the time when you hated to exercise. That's just how positive thinking is. At first you will feel unlike yourself, like you're out of your comfort zone. You will sometimes feel like you're just psyching yourself out. You must keep doing it! Keep thinking positively! Soon you will begin to say positive things, do positive things, and be the positive person you always wanted to be. You will be proud of yourself and so will others! You will then become the master of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The first power that acceptance has is that everyone is looking for it! Its high in demand and very hard to find due to the misinterpretation of it.....just as money is sometimes misinterpreted and therefore scarce or seemingly hard to come by. The fact that acceptance is highly treasured among us human beings makes it a power within itself,&amp;nbsp;and guess what? We all have it to give! We are all capable of accepting other people, point of views, walks of life, cultures, and preferences. There are far more reasons for exercising this power&amp;nbsp;of acceptance&amp;nbsp;than just our moral prospectives of it. One reason is that when something is high in demand and really hard to find, we will do anything for it, which can be a good thing or a bad thing. Looking from&amp;nbsp;a positive point of view, acceptance can change people's lives for the better, turn around communities, get people to believe in themselves, and bring growth and success to anything and anyone. Think of flowers. Do we uproot them and place them on our living room rug and command them to grow? No! We accept that they need sunlight, water, and much nurturing in order to grow...in order to provide the outcome that is widely expected which is to be beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The second power that acceptance has is that it is indefeasible! What a power! No one can ever be accepted whole hearted for who they are and not experience a positive outcome or a productive result! There is no negative affect of truly accepting someone and the lie that is widely believed is that if you accept someone they will hurt you, or if you accept something you never have before that it will deceive you. Basically it is deemed as being naive to accept or embrace. Therefore we live a closed life with a closed point of view and a closed future. When you realize that acceptance is the very first step to change, which is an attribute of growth, which is a characteristic of success, then can one truly believe. Belief is an exhibitor, not an inhibitor. Exercising your powers of acceptance can change any circumstance and any situation. Acceptance is also the first form of love and we all know that love conquers all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The third power that acceptance has is that it is contagious. If you don't think contagiousness is a power you can ask anyone who has ever had a virus! Accepting someone is a clear and sure way of having that person accept you, accept others, and spread the first form of love to everyone they know. Acceptance is like opening the door to&amp;nbsp;the world. When you accept someone they must open their door too, and to receive acceptance from them, others will open their doors. Have you ever refused anyone who has come knocking at your door with a million dollars to give you? That's exactly how valuable acceptance is and many times the first instinct of humanity is to question. Even gifts are questioned for the motive at which they were given. Yet acceptance never relents! Its keeps knocking in an everlasting hope of a reply!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lq7JjGJ7px0/TVC-PsGLE-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/afqeIYefkcY/s1600/imagesCAE1JV4Y.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lq7JjGJ7px0/TVC-PsGLE-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/afqeIYefkcY/s1600/imagesCAE1JV4Y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6384006436286726814-9083029959149972863?l=oliviamariejones.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oliviamariejones.blogspot.com/feeds/9083029959149972863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://oliviamariejones.blogspot.com/2011/02/hidden-power-of-acceptance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384006436286726814/posts/default/9083029959149972863?v=2'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6384006436286726814/posts/default/9083029959149972863?v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oliviamariejones.blogspot.com/2011/02/hidden-power-of-acceptance.html' title='The Hidden Power of Acceptance'/><author><name>Olivia Marie Jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08516393808683249552</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12275103796159048283'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Lq7JjGJ7px0/TVC-PsGLE-I/AAAAAAAAAB8/afqeIYefkcY/s72-c/imagesCAE1JV4Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag='W/&quot;DUENSHw8fSp7ImA9Wx9VGE4.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6384006436286726814.post-7852577951017513734</id><published>2011-02-04T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T08:41:39.275-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app='http://www.w3.org/2007/app'>2011-02-04T08:41:39.275-08:00</app:edited><title>Someone's Treasure</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In life we are constantly changing. Situations change, circumstances change, even our bodies change. In the midst of these changes its easy to get caught up in our own thoughts and ideas about ourselves and where we are in life. We start&amp;nbsp;forgetting that just as life demands change from us it also demands it from others. Just as you change, others change, and sometimes its for the better or for the worse. We as humans tend to think that what we see around us is all there is when really there's a whole world out there with people who are changing every minute. Do not think you're the exception, or things only happen to me, or "it's just&amp;nbsp;my luck". What you may find bad about your life, others may admire and what you deem trash may in fact be someones treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Thinking has a lot to do with the quality of your life. Its a skill that can work or not work out in your favor. Thinking and making conclusions based only on what you see can leave you living a life of&amp;nbsp;ungratefulness, pain, and misery. You will never be satisfied and your relationships will suffer tremendously because of it. Just put it this way...for everything you don't have there is something that you do have. For every bad moment in life there is a good one. Your very existence could be someone elses reason for living. Sometimes its hard to consider this idea as being true when the human mind is so directly fixed on what is seen and its environment, but this is the beginning of life for if you find no purpose in living then are you truly alive? Start today by making a simple declaration that you won't let your mind trick you into being ungrateful and closed minded for there are many people in the world who didn't wake up this morning and here you are reading this great article! Enjoy the rest of your days and remember that your trash&amp;nbsp;could be&amp;nbsp;someones treasure!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I looked again and I noticed the fine details of the ship, the way it stood upright as if it was already afloat, as if it had somewhere to go, as if it was boldly denying its presence inside the bottle and was sure that wherever its captain wanted it to go it would get there. Hope. The meaning of your life is not determined by your circumstance, just like the purpose of this ship isn't determined by its presence inside of a bottle. Be a ship in a bottle, upright and bold, setting sail towards your destiny with certainty that you will get there. To that ship there is no bottle, and to that man there is nothing he cannot do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The most basic method to the madness of insecurity is to first admit it. Sure the fact that you can't close your closet door doesn't mean you're insecure. Everyone has a suitcase full of makeup. I mean, isn't that what money is for? To buy things we "need" doesn't mean we're insecure.&amp;nbsp;Unfortunately this is the lie that billions of businesses across the globe capitalize on. They need you to feel a certain way about yourself in order to keep their businesses thriving and&amp;nbsp; to keep you as a lifetime customer. However, what is rarely thought of is the effect it has on the consumer. Most often when we purchase something we don't need it's out of insecurity (sorry to be blunt). Whether its how we appear to ourselves, or how we appear to others, insecurities drive a hard bargain in our economy, not to mention the media's constant promotion of what we have, what we don't have, what we look like, and what we don't look like. The media's top objective&amp;nbsp;is programming us to feel and think a certain way about ourselves. How else will the economy stay afloat? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If you're like me, you realize the long term and short term effects of financing your insecurities. What can we do about it? You can never stop financing insecurities while they exist. To eliminate your insecurities you must retrace your steps and find out where you became out of control in your thinking. Where did you first lose sight of who you are without the things you have or without the things you desire? The real you is hidden underneath the rubbish of society's programming and this person doesn't need eighty pairs of shoes. This person is a unique individual with a unique design and purpose. This person has a lot to offer the world and it's simply because they are who they are, not because of what they have or what they look like. Hey you! Reader! I challenge you to find this person. There's a lot of catching up for you two.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jason and Jimmy are identical twins. They do everything together and everyone Jason knows, Jimmy knows as well. The&amp;nbsp;twin boys have loving and nurturing parents that&amp;nbsp;provided them with an extraordinary&amp;nbsp;childhood experience.&amp;nbsp;The twins grew up and they both&amp;nbsp;got married to the love of their&amp;nbsp;lives and had three kids each! They&amp;nbsp;finished college as well! In fact, they were both doctors! Jason&amp;nbsp;lived next door to Jimmy, in the same country, in the same state, in the same town. Jason hated his life. It was filled with sadness.&amp;nbsp;Being a doctor was so demanding.&amp;nbsp;He had to go to work everyday and take care of sick people. His wife&amp;nbsp;always&amp;nbsp;wore&amp;nbsp;pink and that was his least favorite color. His children always ran up to him when he came in the door, jumping&amp;nbsp;all over him&amp;nbsp;and hurting his back. To top it all off he also had a twin brother...someone else sharing his face! On the other hand, Jimmy loved his life! It was fantastic! Being a doctor was so rewarding! Everyday he got the chance to save lives! His wife was well, safe and sound.&amp;nbsp;She always wore pink!&amp;nbsp;His children always ran up to him when he cam in the door, jumping all over him because they loved him! To top it all off he also had a twin brother.....a friend for the rest of his life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What is the difference between Jason and Jimmy? Why did Jason hate his life and why did Jimmy love his life? Its because they chose to. So today, why don't you make the choice to have the outcome you've always dreamed of. Have happiness! Have peace, and joy! Just do it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elevate your thinking first!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elevate your habits!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elevate your life!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white;"&gt;Making the change is hard. Its a choice and is definitely a sacrifice. Like childbirth there are stages and many uncomfortable changes to be experienced. However the outcome is far more precious than we ever expected and&amp;nbsp;is well worth the change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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