Dream to Matter
When I was young, while washing the dishes, I would come up with wittisisms, quotes and simple statements for the day and I would write them down in a notebook. I was about 10 years old.
When I was 15, I started drafting a book. I did not get past the third chapter.
Sometime when blogging became I thing, i also kept a blog (http://checksays.blogspot.com).
Since then, in my mind, I was always writing a book, composing thoughts, pondering.
I have always known that I am more reflective than others. I felt older than my peers, even. I wanted to be like an Oprah even before I knew who Oprah was.
However, as you can see, I am not even remotely near being an Oprah. Why? Because I was afraid. I was afraid specifically, to fail. The irony was that this fear has kept me feeling like a failure for a long time.
But as I grew older, I realized there was no way I’d be happy if failure was not my friend because I will inevitably meet it along the way.
As soon as I realised this, i ushered FAILURE into my life.
I became more daring in trying things out. I try getting my hand at different types of work, different activities, be in new places, be with different people, earn little, deal big, be a boss, be a “helper” (at one point, I was!). I welcomed every change, every role, every experience.
I learned TO REDEFINE WINNING.
I learned that I have to be a WINNER to win. The game does not make me win. I MAKE MYSELF WIN - either in experience, in learning, in being.
I invested on having the best stories, juicing up the most lesson, standing out as the better person. I lashed out my anger, I poured out the most care, I stood against what I don’t like, spoke my mind and worked only on things I wanted and believed in.
The goal shifted from having to being. I was no longer in a rat race. I embarked on my own adventure to chase stories and experiences and feelings.
I widened my mind while I narrowed in on impact.
I still want to be an Oprah, or a Maxwell, or an Og Mandino. I still want to write, to be wise, to touch lives. The only difference is now, I do not get spooked by the thought of not being able to matter to many in the end. I want to just throw myself into my own message and let the world decide if they’d catch it. If my message mattered to one, then my purpose was served.
You know what? If by doing this the only person to learn from me is me, it would still be ok - because I matter.
When I was 15, I started drafting a book. I did not get past the third chapter.
Sometime when blogging became I thing, i also kept a blog (http://checksays.blogspot.com).
Since then, in my mind, I was always writing a book, composing thoughts, pondering.
I have always known that I am more reflective than others. I felt older than my peers, even. I wanted to be like an Oprah even before I knew who Oprah was.
However, as you can see, I am not even remotely near being an Oprah. Why? Because I was afraid. I was afraid specifically, to fail. The irony was that this fear has kept me feeling like a failure for a long time.
But as I grew older, I realized there was no way I’d be happy if failure was not my friend because I will inevitably meet it along the way.
As soon as I realised this, i ushered FAILURE into my life.
I became more daring in trying things out. I try getting my hand at different types of work, different activities, be in new places, be with different people, earn little, deal big, be a boss, be a “helper” (at one point, I was!). I welcomed every change, every role, every experience.
I learned TO REDEFINE WINNING.
I learned that I have to be a WINNER to win. The game does not make me win. I MAKE MYSELF WIN - either in experience, in learning, in being.
I invested on having the best stories, juicing up the most lesson, standing out as the better person. I lashed out my anger, I poured out the most care, I stood against what I don’t like, spoke my mind and worked only on things I wanted and believed in.
The goal shifted from having to being. I was no longer in a rat race. I embarked on my own adventure to chase stories and experiences and feelings.
I widened my mind while I narrowed in on impact.
I still want to be an Oprah, or a Maxwell, or an Og Mandino. I still want to write, to be wise, to touch lives. The only difference is now, I do not get spooked by the thought of not being able to matter to many in the end. I want to just throw myself into my own message and let the world decide if they’d catch it. If my message mattered to one, then my purpose was served.
You know what? If by doing this the only person to learn from me is me, it would still be ok - because I matter.
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