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Why Should You Write?
In 2010, I returned from a family vacation with my wife and my 3-year-old son for about five days. I unnaturally felt like writing about that trip. I had never written in the past until that point. I believe some of my experiences that I had on that trip made me write about it.
By Ganesh Kuduva6 years ago in Motivation
How to Get Out of Your Comfort Zone
Do you know that practical spiritual tips have a real power to change your life? I had been hanging in the balance for a week or two either to stay at my old job or leave it for new responsibilities in quite a different field before I came across one of those self-promotional posts of LinkedIn resume writers. The words from there: “A comfort zone is a wonderful place, but nothing ever grows there” suddenly has become my tipping point of what to do. I never look back but always remember how getting through outlines of a personal comfort zone can impact our life. Let’s discuss the right conditions for your personal growth.
By web linker6 years ago in Motivation
How to make money on the internet in 2021?
The steps to earn money on the internet Almost everyone has an internet connection: why not use it to earn euros quickly? No offense to the skeptics, several serious practices make it possible to round off his end of the month in 2021; some of them even give the opportunity to build up a real source of income through the web.
By Franklin hatchett6 years ago in Motivation
The Little Black Book
Lost in a Dilemma Walking alongside a hill my gaze got fixed on the silhouette of a boy standing on the hilltop with a faraway look at the horizon beyond. Involuntarily I began climbing the cliff towards where the boy was standing. Walking, panting, walking, after a full ten minutes I reached to the spot. The figure in front of me was of a handsome young boy small built, dark black hair, skin tanned. He was wearing a yellow and black checkered shirt with denims. I approached to tap him he turned then, as though sensing my approach. His stare caught me unawares the eyes were stunning green with a dark depth to it I caught my breadth at his gaze. I asked "son would you mind if I shared this space with you?" He did not reply but turned his head away and continued looking to the horizon beyond.
By Reema Christian6 years ago in Motivation
The Wind in Your Sails
Keep Moving Forward. When I lived in San Diego, I started dating a guy who lived on a 37-foot sailboat. It was cool and weekends on the water were fun. Funny thing was he never took the sailboat out of the harbor where it was docked. It was his home, and he didn’t like moving it around. He did however have a catamaran and one day asked me on a romantic picnic on the water. He neglected to check the weather forecast. I didn’t blame him for overlooking that. San Diego had perfect weather so who would have thought a storm would roll in and there would be a small craft advisory issued for the day. We were a way out on the water when we decided to break open our picnic lunch. Just as I opened the basket the main sail snapped, and we found ourselves drifting out to sea. He was well prepared and had a tool kit for such occasions but with the wind whipping the way it was, it took him a while to fix the sail. The longer it took the further we drifted. The water was getting choppy and the more the little catamaran bounced the more nauseous I became. Soon I was retching uncontrollably while water rushed over the boat and gave me a continual soaking. Once the main was fixed we tried sailing into shore, but the wind wasn’t having it, so we had to tack. This meant instead of sailing straight for the harbor we had to zig zag from left to right sailing parallel to the shore until we made it in. What should have taken thirty minutes, took hours. The wind was increasing, the waves were washing over us, and we were losing sunlight. Our situation was getting dyer by the minute and I was soaked to the bone and still vomiting. We were thirty minutes out. I could see the shore and my hopes were on the rise despite my extreme discomfort when an expensive yacht came racing alongside us. There was a party in full swing and people were out on the deck enjoying their swift ride to the harbor despite the choppy sea.
By Denise Parton6 years ago in Motivation
Remembering Herself Home
Tears streamed down her cheeks as Maia said goodbye to her son, closed the door and walked to her car. The cotton candy skies with their Spring sunset couldn’t even lift her spirits. Birds sang an evening story and children played in the street, moving to let her car pass. She drove slowly, wiping the tears from her face. Saying goodbye to her son on the days he went with Dad was the hardest part of being a single mama.
By Tamara6 years ago in Motivation
CAMARO
I make great deals. Even though I do not come from a family where business runs in the blood. But, if you see a great chance to take there is no way you will find another one, so I have learned that if the opportunity to buy anything, a piece of land, a car, or an artifact that has value is in front of you do not let it go.
By Rorghino Flores6 years ago in Motivation
Priceless Rd
The first rays of Tuesday’s sunlight pierces through my lenses, and as usual around this time, I’m making my way through the outskirts of town to my least favorite of unpaved roads filled with craters unearthed by different creatures that call this desert landscape their home. Priceless Rd. At least that’s what the faded white wooden sign says in red print more than likely applied in the 1960’s or before. A light breeze blows a few small pieces of paper into the wiper blades of my seemingly prehistoric single cab Dodge Ram, and as I begin to activate them only to figure out I’ll have to grab them when I get off at my spot, I realize I have absolutely no idea what year this car is from, but I assume pre-2000’s. It’s strange the sort of gravitational pull this old sign has on my eyes every morning, I just imagine the people it’s seen, or what the area was like when it was erected. Priceless Rd. Definitely doesn’t fit the bill in the roads current state. I have a pretty good hunch it derives its name from that unparalleled view of the Arizona sunrise. Heavenly. Divine. Truly priceless. For that reason, I make sure I leave my house at least thirty minutes early to have my breakfast watching the light take over the somber grey landscape and bring life to the day. The summer has almost made its way back from its vacation in the Southern Hemisphere, yet the crisp March air of this morning and next will reach scorching temperatures by noon. Besides the cool mornings, it feels as if summer is already here. I guess that’s why I make it a point to appreciate the early morning and all it’s allure. As I step down and circle around to my truck bed preparing to dive face first into these three egg and potato breakfast burritos, I feel the light breeze turn into waves of strong wind, and before I can open my brown paper bag, I hear a loud crash. After a short scan of the environment I confirmed to myself I was the only car and person for miles, and before I could come to the next obvious conclusion, I can see shards of old dry wood with faded white paint soaring through the air under the power of the wind. Years of history dissipated in the blink of an eye. I put my bag of burritos down on the truck bed and decided I’d save what I can and took the short jog over to where the remains of the obsolete signage lay in the soft sand. Upon grabbing what was left of the sign, I see a small black figure in the sand and immediately yank my hand away, leaving splinters in my fingers as I sprang up to my feet. After a long thirty seconds of staring this creature down, I begin to doubt it is a creature at all. The wind blows again and as the sand shifts in response I see the leather binding of a small pocket sized booklet. Oddly the pages were mostly clean as if it had only been put in the dirt this morning but the decomposing cover and torn binding of the booklet said otherwise. The first page read in handwritten capital letters, “EVERYTHING HAS A PRICE,” about fifty or so times. The next pages were completely blank except the second to last page, which went into detail about how the feeling of giving is the most priceless experience in the world and the reason for “this gift” is to provide priceless help in a friends time of need. The last words on the page were, “while what’s below is of value please don’t forget, these moments are...” and after that page a few were ripped out. I pocketed the book to review further, then resumed my mission of putting this sign, now only reading “Price,” back into the ground. The soft earth allowed me to slide the post back into the Earth however not as far as previously, forcing me to place the sign a few feet to the left of its former home. For a second I was certain it was just the varying thickness of the landscape preventing me from placing it in the same area, but as curious as I am, I knew I couldn’t leave without at least trying to see what was under the sand. After a few minutes of digging by hand I found a small bag, about the size for a school age child attending their first grade class, though what I found in it was far from elementary school items. Cash. A seemingly unlimited amount of one hundred dollar bills. No way. Upon returning to my truck in disbelief, I remember to finally dislodge the paper from my windshield. As I’m about to let the paper fly off into the wind I can see a familiar print. “PRICELESS” it read. That’s it. The reverse side of the other page read, “Everything has a price and nothing is cheap. What good is money without time?” I thought of all the time I had wasted and what time I have left. What used to seem like forever was truthfully only forty more years, my body slowly breaking down from 12 hour shifts I had taken to eventually enjoy what I had ironically wasted all along.
By Drew6 years ago in Motivation
The Healing Mindset
It was a long time ago when I discovered that I could heal people. Growing up in poverty in the city made it harder for me to accept that part of myself. The idea of helping people in a world that tells you "Every man for himself" is a hard pill to swallow. The city beats you down and tells you that you are a fool if you aren't looking out for yourself. I struggled with the idea of being true to who I was when I was going against who I was supposed to be.
By Jennifer S. Benson 6 years ago in Motivation
