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Les Brown: Set Your Mind To Win

Hello everyone, today I’d like to share with you a video of one of the most amazing men I’ve come to know via the internet, Mr. Les Brown. A motivational speaker many of you might be familiar with, if not here’s your chance for a better way of living. I am not exaggerating.

He, with the likes of the late Mr. Jim Rohn, has changed my outlook not merely on my life, but my abilities, who’ve made me realize I can challenge my limits, that with determination, logic, and patience I can be the me I’m supposed to be.

This video is one of his latest uploads, he’s now 72 and is living with cancer and a multitude of other problems that comes with it, as you will hear him speak about. I admire his attitude and fortitude with which he perseveres and that huge heart of his that continues to give, to inspire all of us.

Not to mention that laugh of his! I mean, have you heard the man laugh? A while ago I was down in the trenches, I was barely keeping a passable smile on my face. There was this beautiful video he burst so suddenly into laughter. It hit me in the heart and I couldn’t help it I had tears streaming down my face as I held my side because I was laughing so hard with him!

Les Brown is a Giver, and I’m most grateful to have received his wisdom and kindness. And I pray, for what good that may do, that he recovers fully and that hardship may never bring him to his knees. He’s strong, yes, but he’s human too.

There are lots more videos and I encourage you to check them out.

Keep your head up, folks. I believe in you.

Devina.

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Thoughts on John Green’s Labyrinth

Eyeball that bit of wisdom. Read it again. One more time to be sure. Okay then. Maybe you recognize some of that in yourself, I know I do.

An infernally astute quote from John’s debut novel, Looking for Alaska. “Infernal” because it illustrates a sort of personal hell I should be scrambling to escape. A loop whose deeply rutted trail I’m vaguely aware of at the best of times and crystal sharp at the worst of times.

Which is f**king tedious? I mean if I could be aware of all the tomorrows I tell myself I have and not take them for granted, I’ll get my goals accomplished, every day I would be compelled to complete them.

But like the blessed idiot that I am, I do stupid sh*t anyway. And I could analyze to kingdom come about the lies I convince myself are truths, their roots lay in self-doubt and lack of self-compassion. I’ve thought out of the whys and have finally sifted and understood what some of my actual truths are. Three years ago this introspection would’ve been beyond me but I feel lighter at the thought that I’ve come so far that I can see how I could fortify wobbly foundations and continue to build my person. Growth is always the goal.

But essentially the labyrinth is a fantastic illusion that could make us or dismantle us and perhaps it can only work out if we realize that within it we can make new paths. That we can take a chainsaw to some of the dead ends, and plant new saplings.

The past is a ghost. The future a phantom horizon. The present? It’s where we live. It’s not always pleasant but it’s where our hearts beat, the precipice of the next moment. Isn’t it awful how we conjure those ghosts and let them possess us? How we often try to dream out the possible futures thereby plugging up the goodness that the present can offer?

I read Looking for Alaska about two years ago, stayed up until morning to finish it only to have a feeling of mental suspension and an excellent view of the void. Alaska was a bitch, sure, but to be fair she was a kid who had a lot going on under the surface.

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Field of dandelions

WARNING: Serious stuffs below.

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I’ll never claim to have an organized mind so it may come as no surprise that I still can’t sort out what to scratch about next. I find that it helps to amble aimlessly until I scan on some interesting bit as I breeze by the internal mental landscape of my head. Here goes.

Being young and having the means at the ready to be almost anything you want to be is, at it’s core, a depressing state. Oh, why I’m fortunate but even then life isn’t a field of daisies. It’s almost another year and I’m not at the least anxious in awaiting my A Levels results, it can’t be good. What do I want to be when I grow up? Am I grown up? Age is no definite marker in maturity but I believe I’m almost there. I’m good with my hands. I’m my family’s masseuse and I’m constantly being told by a few members and some friends that I would do very well professionally.

I wouldn’t mind giving it a shot but certain persons don’t think it suitable for me. I have to play to my strengths and consider advice as it comes my way. I’m beginning to even bore myself here with all this dreary talk of my future, but it is what it is. I want to have a little book shop on the side whilst teaching English, eventually as a foreign language. I want to have a tight group of friends who’ll love the person I am despite my earthen scale of faults. Perhaps I watch Friends too much.

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