Wandering Thoughts of a Writer: #dream

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If you don’t have a plan, you’re going to be part of someone else’s plan.

Are you happy with your job?

Are you happy living the same routine every day (wash-rinse-repeat)?

Are you happy with the relationships you have in your life?

. . . If you answered yes to all three of these questions, I’m happy for you, and there’s no need for you to read this post.

But I invite you to stay because you might learn something new about yourself.

Are you happy with your job?

If you’re not happy with your job, make a plan to change it. Otherwise you’re giving a big part of your life away being miserable at something you don’t like to do.

No brainer, right?

Go get your dream job.

If you don’t have the skills, then make a plan to get them.

Go back to school, take an online course, volunteer.

Say you’ve always wanted to be a veterinarian. Volunteer at a vet clinic. You’ll get hands on experience to go along with your schooling.

Who knows, maybe the veterinarian there will hire you and end up mentoring you.

Opportunity happens when you step out of your comfort zone.

A lot of people will suck it up and remain at their shitty jobs until they either die or retire. The same applies with their unsatisfactory lives because they allow the fear of stepping out of their comfort zone take hold of them.

. . . Or they’re just too damn lazy to try.

Brutal.

I know.

It’s a lot easier to bitch about our lives than to do something about it, right?

But new opportunities and growth happens when we step out of our comfort zone and put ourselves out there.

It doesn’t happen if we live our lives on wash-rinse-repeat.

Are the relationships you have genuine?

If you stopped being of use to people in your life, will they still want to be part of it?

. . . Here’s another way to put it: If you have nothing to offer except for your friendship, who will still be in your life?

To illustrate it even further, a gal I knew was on the brink of losing her business. One day she broke down in front of me and cried, “What will my friends think if I lose everything?”

“If they’re your true friends it won’t matter to them.They’ll still be your friends,” I said.

She didn’t like my reply.

She ignored me.

You know why?

Because she cared more about being part of the herd—even though it wasn’t genuine—than having a few true friends.

. . . So, think about it.

If her so called friends bailed on her after she lost everything—because she was no longer of use to them—this gal would either be crushed or would finally realize her relationship with them was artificial.

She’d be much happier if she didn’t care what others thought and got rid of the plastic people in her life.

How to own your life.

It’s YOUR life.

When you take your last breath on this earth, YOU are the one who will be looking back on your life.

Not your relatives.

Not your friends.

Not your employer.

YOU.

You're the one who is responsible on how you live it.

Not them.

It's up to you to either piss it away or live a happy one for you.

. . . Ask yourself these questions and then answer them honestly:

-Do you enjoy the job you have?

-Are there toxic people in your life?

-Do you seek people’s approval?

-Do you cater to people's needs more than you should?

-Do you take some time out for you?

-Do you make up excuses on why you can't do something?

-Are you doing something that you're passionate about that brings you great joy?

-Do you ever step out of your comfort zone?

Your answers will tell you the areas you need to work on so you can take those steps toward owning your life.

Wrapping it up.

Do what makes you happy, but it'll probably involve stepping out of your comfort zone.

But that's okay.

Learning and growing is a huge part of our life experience.

If you don’t have a plan you’ll be part of someone else’s plan.

If you want to support someone else’s dream by working for them and being miserable because you don’t have the drive to change your life, so be it.

But, if you want to OWN your life, you need to grab it by the balls and change your job situation.

There are people in your life because you’re USEFUL to them.

Stop being a doormat.

Once you firmly say no to them and stick to your guns, they’ll find another sap to take advantage of.

This also goes for the toxic and artificial people as well.

Do you really want disingenuous people in your life?

Drama?

Get rid of them.

You're going to be much happier, and your loved ones will probably be inspired by your newfound energy and tenacity to view each day as another opportunity to set and reach your goals . . . to own your life instead of investing it on poor returns.

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Kevin had a dream last week, and when he woke up from it, he was compelled to write it in his journal.

I’m going to share it with you.

Side Note: We’re into philosophy—deep thought-provoking, awe-inspiring, mind-blowing, life-changing, heavy stuff. This isn't that deep, but it's interesting Kevin dreamt it.

The Toad and the Tortoise

I dreamt of a toad who lived with a tortoise inside its shell. The two were a happy pair and much enjoyed each other’s company. The toad thought himself a very clever fellow indeed. He need no longer fear predators and food was plenty. All he had to do in his life of comfort was go where the tortoise wanted.

Some time passed before the toad realized his legs were almost useless to him as he hadn’t used them much in his new life, so he had lost the ability to escape predators on his own. He became entirely dependent on the tortoise for his well-being. The benevolent tortoise didn’t mind because he could come and go as he pleased and always had a friend to keep him from loneliness.

The toad got weaker and lazier until he got very ill. By the time he had died, he hadn’t left the tortoise’s shell for months for fear of birds picking him off. The tortoise tried and tried to push the rotting carcass of his friend out of the shell to no avail, then death finally caught him too.

A riverbed overflowed with silt just a few days later and the friends were buried for what seemed all time, with each other’s remains intertwined. No one could have known that they would both be found, petrified, in the last days of the twentieth century. And now they are an everlasting monument to self-reliance and avoiding a comfortable life.

Only a fool prays for an easy life.

Our struggles define us.