Most of us have entitlement syndrome. Just because we show up at work we expect to be paid lots of money and given tonnes of respect, but true life doesn't work like that. We even do that with our personal relationships. Imagine walking into your favourite bar and after giving the barman your hard earned cash he says enjoy. Wouldn't that just be sweet? Not even kids can get away with just being born, they have to smile and chew on dirty shoes and clothes to maintain their cuteness. So what makes a dinosaur like you think they can just show up and that will be enough? So while you a having your lunch or pretending to be on a diet, ask yourself whether you are doing enough to get yourself where you want to be. Don't be afraid to ask the hard questions for of the truth and finding out you might have been wasting yours and everyones time. Remember that fear is our biggest obstacle and trust is your best weapon. We all have trust, otherwise you wouldn't eat at a restaurant because of the fear being poisoned. So if you can trust a stranger with your life/health, why not trust yourself with your abilities? So let yourself go and "run Forest run."
Love,
Khaya
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Homework for winners not whiners - k dlamini
Night time again. As you put those tired bones down, does your mind say "that was good exercise" or does it wish it was doing something else? It doesn't matter what your job is, what matters is whether you are giving it your best. That is where you will find the most fulfilment, through knowing that you gave it your all. I read this somewhere: If "someday" was only "now", would you do everything you've always put off? Most of us put off our best for when we get a better job, promotion or start our own business, but the problem there is that people can't see your potential, but what you're doing now and judge you based on that. Anyway, how will you know that you can do something well without pushing yourself? Take a couple of minutes every night before you snore to grade yourself and see if you're growing or just coasting along. Okay, enough yada yada. Goodnight friend.
Love,
Khaya
Love,
Khaya
The economics of being me - k dlamini
It's day break again and I'm faced with the same decision I've had to deal with for almost two years now, "do I spend my day feeling sorry for myself and in self pity or do I spend it with as much positivity that as possible?" Now this is no ordinary decision because it is not based on how I feel, but on which one alternative will benefit the most people? At this point you would ask why am I concerned with other people when I am the one sitting in front of the fan that the 'ish just hit?' Well it is called opportunity cost and that simply is the value of the next-best choice available to
someone who has picked between several things that cannot occur at the same time. So I try to choose the one that will cost the less and that is having positive thoughts, smiling, cracking a few jokes and whatever stuff that normal human beings do when they are happy. Trust me it is never easy because the voices in my head always remind me that I have every right to moan, complain and be bitter 24/7 and they are right, but this is not about right or wrong. Think about it: I have had pains in my body 24/7 since june 2008 and still counting and have spent 95% of those days indoors between the bedroom and lounge. So everyday I soldier on with a big smile on my face, a beating heart which I personaly think should give up the ghost and a dead soul because thats the best thing to do and for some reason my right eye has noticed the scam, so it has started to water without any encouragement from me. I refuse to cry and no, this has nothing to do with being macho. Machoness is for sheep, real man do what they want, hoorah! Don't get me wrong I do cry sometimes, but it lasts for less than half a minute, because to cry longer than that requires one to replay the sad movie of life over and over again and I'm no broken record. Anyway I have to cut this short before the voices come back. Have a nice day friend, make it profitable and mainly fun. Dont forget to write.
Love,
Khaya
someone who has picked between several things that cannot occur at the same time. So I try to choose the one that will cost the less and that is having positive thoughts, smiling, cracking a few jokes and whatever stuff that normal human beings do when they are happy. Trust me it is never easy because the voices in my head always remind me that I have every right to moan, complain and be bitter 24/7 and they are right, but this is not about right or wrong. Think about it: I have had pains in my body 24/7 since june 2008 and still counting and have spent 95% of those days indoors between the bedroom and lounge. So everyday I soldier on with a big smile on my face, a beating heart which I personaly think should give up the ghost and a dead soul because thats the best thing to do and for some reason my right eye has noticed the scam, so it has started to water without any encouragement from me. I refuse to cry and no, this has nothing to do with being macho. Machoness is for sheep, real man do what they want, hoorah! Don't get me wrong I do cry sometimes, but it lasts for less than half a minute, because to cry longer than that requires one to replay the sad movie of life over and over again and I'm no broken record. Anyway I have to cut this short before the voices come back. Have a nice day friend, make it profitable and mainly fun. Dont forget to write.
Love,
Khaya
The economics of being me - k dlamini
It's day break again and I'm faced with the same decision I've had to deal with for almost two years now, "do I spend my day feeling sorry for myself and in self pity or do I spend it with as much positivity that as possible?" Now this is no ordinary decision because it is not based on how I feel, but on which one alternative will benefit the most people? At this point you would ask why am I concerned with other people when I am the one sitting in front of the fan that the 'ish just hit?' Well it is called opportunity cost and that simply is the value of the next-best choice available to
someone who has picked between several things that cannot occur at the same time. So I try to choose the one that will cost the less and that is having positive thoughts, smiling, cracking a few jokes and whatever stuff that normal human beings do when they are happy. Trust me it is never easy because the voices in my head always remind me that I have every right to moan, complain and be bitter 24/7 and they are right, but this is not about right or wrong. Think about it: I have had pains in my body 24/7 since june 2008 and still counting and have spent 95% of those days indoors between the bedroom and lounge. So everyday I soldier on with a big smile on my face, a beating heart which I personaly think should give up the ghost and a dead soul because thats the best thing to do and for some reason my right eye has noticed the scam, so it has started to water without any encouragement from me. I refuse to cry and no, this has nothing to do with being macho. Machoness is for sheep, real man do what they want, hoorah! Don't get me wrong I do cry sometimes, but it lasts for less than half a minute, because to cry longer than that requires one to replay the sad movie of life over and over again and I'm no broken record. Anyway I have to cut this short before the voices come back. Have a nice day friend, make it profitable and mainly fun. Dont forget to write.
Love,
Khaya
someone who has picked between several things that cannot occur at the same time. So I try to choose the one that will cost the less and that is having positive thoughts, smiling, cracking a few jokes and whatever stuff that normal human beings do when they are happy. Trust me it is never easy because the voices in my head always remind me that I have every right to moan, complain and be bitter 24/7 and they are right, but this is not about right or wrong. Think about it: I have had pains in my body 24/7 since june 2008 and still counting and have spent 95% of those days indoors between the bedroom and lounge. So everyday I soldier on with a big smile on my face, a beating heart which I personaly think should give up the ghost and a dead soul because thats the best thing to do and for some reason my right eye has noticed the scam, so it has started to water without any encouragement from me. I refuse to cry and no, this has nothing to do with being macho. Machoness is for sheep, real man do what they want, hoorah! Don't get me wrong I do cry sometimes, but it lasts for less than half a minute, because to cry longer than that requires one to replay the sad movie of life over and over again and I'm no broken record. Anyway I have to cut this short before the voices come back. Have a nice day friend, make it profitable and mainly fun. Dont forget to write.
Love,
Khaya
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