To Every Florence Out There
Florence looked into thin air, head slightly bent down, one thumb rubbing aimlessly on her other thumb. I know her outward appearance was nothing compared to what she was feeling deep inside. She finally cleared her throat, and continued our conversation.
“I’m studying Industrial Chemistry presently but I don’t have an iota of passion for it. I love to write and writing is the number one thing that gives me joy. Sometimes, I lock myself away from the world and write away for hours. Nothing else can take that much of my time. I’m single now though, so I don’t know how it’ll be when I have a partner, since he’ll also need a portion of my time and attention.”
“That’s great!” I replied “As a writer myself, I love it when young minds say these things. It means there are still go-getters in the creative space.”
For the first time during our conversation, she looked me in the eyes. Her eyes looked forlorn, and they were full of questions.
“But I don’t think I want to write anymore. My friends are telling me to be serious and realistic with my life. They say writing is not a lucrative field and I can’t be as financially comfortable as I want to be. They said even though I’m a good writer, while my mates are working in banks, oil and gas firms, building & construction companies, health, insurance, and the rest, I’ll be scribbling words that people may not even read. Also they said…”
She went on and on, pouring out all she had held up inside and I sat there attentively, patiently waiting for her to finish her very valid epistle. It was a very long epistle of someone with skepticism in the efficacy of her passion.
“Florence, if what you studied in school should solely and strictly determine how rich you become, would you have studied Industrial Chemistry?”
“I don’t think so”
“What then would you have studied?” I asked, resting back in my seat.
“Banking and Finance… Maybe” She replied with a slight giggle.
“Excellent reply. But do you know why bankers aren’t the richest people in the world?”
“Simply because according to my personal stat and from close interaction and observation, 80% of bankers don’t even know how they ended up there, what they’re still doing there, or when they’ll leave there. Cash isn’t money to them but tools of the trade. Just the same way a lot of people, due to pressure have turned themselves into professional robots, dying slowly from the routine, living solely for month end.
We live in a world where a lot of fishes are up in the sky with borrowed wings, praying and yearning for water; and a lot of birds are deep down in the waters, drowning and gasping for air. A wise man once told me – You don’t want to get to the top of your career ladder, only to realize it has been placed against the wrong wall.
Florence, your friends, just like the society have lied! Look at people like John Grisham, Stephen King, James Patterson and “Mummy” J.K. Rowling and see the truth. Exactly what makes you tick should make you rich.
Fan that little fire of your passion. Fan it so hard and make the world feel the heat.
Hope that answers your question”
To every Florence out there –
Go and build a business around your passion, so you understand how it feels, being paid to do “nothing”.
Written By Alara Karis of Alarakaris Blog
WHAT MATTERS MORE
WHAT MATTERS MORE
Everyone is special. We all have our uniqueness and dynamic features that distinguish us from another.
Our gender, color, tribe, religion, and race makes up our personalities and differentiates us from the other.
Our personality is defined by the brand we carry, the value we possess and the reputation we command.
God has created us Beautiful and unique but we are all still the same creatures created and preciously orchestrated by him.
Despite our differences, nature has a way of packing us in one box and making our camaraderie palpable.
We all get nourished by the pale yellow sun that emerges peacefully at dawn. We feel the wrath of the fierce sun at sunset and enjoy its invigorating essence at dusk. We all get blown away by the inertia of stillness that splurges at twilight accompanied by natures choristers enchanting in an organized symphony far beyond the range of consciousness.
We all love to watch the moon as it amazingly travels around the horizon with the stars perched around the galaxy like a chandelier. We all love and want to be loved. We all get emasculated from the changing tempos of life and get energized when we stumble on windfall success to crown our effort.
There are thousand and one ways that nature brings us together, meaning that God idea is unity and not division. Hence the capacity some of us have built, the torrent flowing knowledge we have acquired and the affluence we have gathered along the aisles of togetherness should not disassociate us from each other in as much as we all still fly on natures wings, we’re still the same.
Let us not understand our differences but let’s forget them and move ahead as comrades in the battle with the behemoth called LIFE and defeat him together. Whether old, young, male, female, fair, dark, big or small, peace is the only answer to the myriads of question forming in our minds. Let the peace serum be inserted into our daunted soul to douse our palpable tension.
All that matters is not what you have become but who you really are.
THE NOAH’S ARK
THE NOAH’S ARK
To many of us, Noah’s ark arouses a lot of thoughts in our minds and especially to the Christians. We all believe the only lesson learned in this story is being obedient to God but that’s not all there is to the story.
Looking back and I pondered on this story I realized that there is a lesson we are all missing in it. The question we have all refused to ask ourselves is ‘HOW DID THE SNAIL GET INTO THE ARK?’ the snail by its nature is a very slow and sluggish animal but it eventually entered the ARK that some humans could not enter.
This must sound a note of warning to us all. Don’t ever think your progress is too slow. The one step you take now is a step closer to your dreams. You can never be too late for the success pitch. No matter how slow your going might be, what matters is that You are moving, you are not where you used to be. The steps you take each day gets you an inch closer to your goals.
Never give up on yourself. You are making progress believe me, dear, Once your will to never quit becomes stronger each and everyday ; your dreams would never quit on you. Quitters are COWARDS.
When you are running your race at your own pace, you are liable to get better results. A lot of people who thought their progress is too slow and had to run the way others do end up frustrated. You are who you are. There’s no replica and it’s just you in this race.
Don’t be pressured by other people’s success. Look at yourself, be motivated to operate at your own best level. While on the success track there are going to be ups and downs, emptiness, depression, failures name it; what matters is that you never drop your baton. In Olympic games, it does not matter who comes last, whoever crosses the line as a runner will be celebrated.
This same logic applies to success. It is not about getting there before others, it is about you fulfilling your destinies here on earth at your appointed time. Be encouraged today if the snail could make it into the ARK then you can make it to your goals in life!!!
THE POWER OF THOUGHTS
THE POWER OF THOUGHTS.