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Never Assume Against Yourself. #MyRISEStory
Quit stinking self talks.
Respect others, but never put you last.
Procrastinators like to put the responsibility of NEXT onto someone else. They're always waiting for a response to an email, an answer to a tiny question they asked last week, the arrival of something they ordered, when light comes back or internet stable, when someone arrives...
Every reason not to do the task at hand makes sense to them. They shut their move down and convince themselves that their NEXT depends on what the other person hasn't done. A day passes, then a week and then a year, and maybe two.
They won't acknowledge that they can influence the response and make themselves priority on that other person's list, by communicating their urgency and earnestness properly and by making sure they've made it easier for the other person to respond quickly and easily.
It's the saddest thing to see people self-sabotage. They're close to what they want but they'll push and push with one dysfunctional response after another until that thing becomes exactly like their programming tells them it will be. #MyRISEStory
I have been here. I understand it instinctively and I can spot it easily in people I am working and relating with.
Help is not hard. It is knowing and identifying the signs that’s the harder part.
Help is not hard. It is knowing and identifying the signs that’s the harder part.
People are sincere most times, but they're weak. Weakness occurs when your desire doesn't match your capacity. You want something good, but you're wired in such a way that your internal consciousness resists and repels what you want. You could be close, and yet so far.
There was a time when I concluded that things would never change; that I’d always be poor, relegated, defeated.
This conclusion seemed final, and because I was not going to live with it, I was just waiting until the right time to quietly and comfortably end it all.
This conclusion seemed final, and because I was not going to live with it, I was just waiting until the right time to quietly and comfortably end it all.
It wasn’t even a depressive thought, but just a calm rational acceptance that this was the verdict on things as they related to my life and reality.
My logic was clear, it seemed, and my mind was set.
My logic was clear, it seemed, and my mind was set.
I carried on normally, and did the things I was supposed to do. But I had this silent smile, almost as if I was out of my own body, looking down on the rest of the world, seeing them hustling like rats and just smirking and going through the motions.
