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This is real, this is me.
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
I dont care what they say.
I think i motivated myself too much now, It's 1 and i can't sleep. I feel the fire within me, burning. I hunger for success but here i am stuck with some studying. Never the less i will give it my best shot. I dont believe in doing something half half. If i put my heart to doing something i make sure i make it a good one. I will make it through my degree.

I lay out my life's plan before me and i scrutinize any skeptism it may receive so as to achieve the limitless outcomes that possibly stretch it. I look at my foundation and oberved that what's above might not depict what liees beneath. I henceforth release myself into stopping doing what i want to impress other people. I will do what i can and what i want, not to impress, but so i will live my own life and not live my life for others to envy. Although it might seem i am doing very well now, it still aint up to what i feel or think it is.

The sky is limitless; or would i say space is limitless. And as i looked at it i am reminiscing the very moment this person spoke to me.
SDM : Ken, what is your targetted paycheck per month ?
Ken : (pondered for a fucking while), Three, four thousand ?
SDM : (Sternly) Then you will forever be worth that amount. ARE YOU WORTH THAT AMOUNT? THINK ABOUT IT. (And he walked away)

And i sat there motionless, and stayed on that thought for the next couple of days. I told myself there can be no value to what i am, and i will never work for a 2,3 thousand dollar job per month. The skies are limitless , you see, and Life depends not on other people, or Destiny, or Fate. It depends solely on yourself.

Look at both your palms. Do they tell you anything ? Will you allow other people to decipher your fate for you ? Or will you write your own story for other people to talk about with envy ? Will you ever step out of what you normally do just to achieve what you dont dare to do without experience at all ? Will you dare to fail, for most picture failure as a destination.

Failure is nothing but a journey. It will be bumpy. It will cut you when you fall. But why do we fall ?

SO WE CAN LEARN TO PICK OURSELVES UP.

8:35 AM

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