Self Heed to Succeed

Success does big things to people. It grants power of speech, collaboration and contribution, admiration,  It drags out the beast in us into the bargain, to a point of misery where we would do anything to show “We’ve made it!”. It’s the blood to our vampirism, a thirst that never sets, lingering in the corners of our mind.   Even in death, success we seek, each to their own. What is it to us? We all hear and read “the recipe to succeed in life” on a daily basis, billionaires teaching us how to be a “societal Master”. But how can I embrace my life’s attainments, unconscious as to what my purpose is? Am I disguising the fulfilment of expectations placed on me as wins or is this my Ikigai? I’ve learned, the most peaceful individuals are the most successful. No surprise the ones in reposeful lives, with roaring calmness and mental sharpness, have reached so, with the harness of “the now”.  Our daily successes are to have undying focus to the present, policing the distracted m...

Is it Wealth? Fame? Strength?   Oxford English:  Power  { ˈpaʊə} “ is the capacity or ability to direct or influence the behaviour of others or the course of events.” But really it is the capacity and/or ability to stop your circumstances, environment and peers from influencing your decisions. But, like many of us, I used to think of Power as unfeasible, impossible for me to achieve. I would often think to myself: “How does that apply to me, a 1 in 8 billion, young adult with no sense of purpose, deficient in qualifications, trust funds, confidence... How am I going to earn my power?” And as we do, I went on an outsourcing binge, just like a Netflix marathon, you can’t seem to get enough. I was looking for ways to gain power from others, following anyone who would make me feel good about myself, feel better about the way I looked and give me a sense of belonging.  Was it genuine? I doubtedly believe it was. Was it Power? I certainly believe it wasn’t. S...

Words that were never queued We spend our early lives in admiration of our parents, our successful aunties and uncles, the celebrities we see on our black hole devices and we never seem to wonder, ” Who am I at core? ” “What do I truly want out of life? Not what my parents want from me, not what society wants me to be , but who do I need to be, to be happy?’’ I started pondering on that question later on, when my back was up against the wall , hope sounded like a faraway echo in the midst of an apocalypse and me, a recently awakened zombie, confused as to why I found myself loving brains. It’s tough being a teenager with emotions running high, surrounded by humans who have not yet come to grasp with their eager inner being, closeted in a dark room forced to witness our copy cat fragile egos. We get taught how to behave, be pleasant to others, listen to our “superiors” and only speak when you’ve been granted to , but we don’t get educated on the importance of listening to our own v...