A simple post that turned into a thread

I really want to watch the force awakens again! 😨😨…in the movies!!! Any takers? 
I also want to watch all of the Star Wars movie again..but in order this time.
There’s just so much to learn from them.
Every film I watch, I watch with purpose and with my guard up. My guard is always up for hints, effects, great storylines. I take back with me so much good. I really want to be a filmmaker. I want to make short films that are filled with awesomeness.
Even the bad behaviours and bad influences that they try to inflict on us I take. I learn to not ever want any of that and to always look at the bright side and stick to my moral compass. We all need a moral compass. 
Just like life. There’s good and there’s bad. We always want to take the good of life and leave the bad. But there will be always be those who fall for the bad, out of desperation, immaturity or simply a lack of knowledge of who they really are. It takes real character, self control and maturity to not follow the bad crowd. It’s just so easy these days. 
I believe if we cover our eyes from the bad and pretend it isn’t there we could somehow be living a lie. Not necessarily a lie but we could fall for it easily indirectly if we are not aware. 
On the other hand people who are put in a box and kept from all “the bad” are pretty much safe because they’ll never know how bad this world can be. But how about the priests who dedicate their lives to God and the church. They can never get married, start a family or even go to certain places. They’re safe right? A good percentage of them end up molesting children as they confess their sins to them. I thought being in a box was safe right?!
Please don’t get me wrong. I’m not Anti-Christian sentiment or christianophobia. Yes those are real words. But the reason I used a priest as an example was because that’s what was on my mind right now. I don’t even have to get started on Islam. We all know just well what a brainwashed Muslim can do. I hope this balances it out. 
What I’m trying to say is maybe if the molester and the terrorist were living a life where they were exposed to all kinds of wonders in the world ( good and bad ) and saw the effects of the bad wonders and what it led to. They’d be more likely to choose good, rather than just see what the box had to offer and nothing more. 
But what do I know.
All I know is I really wanna watch all of the Star Wars again, this time in blu ray! Then we can discuss about it in depth! 

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My new passion

I’m hooked again. It’s like love at first sight. You know that feeling where you buy a new toy. Well let me put it in adult form a little bit. You buy a brand new laptop and you come home, unbox it and just can’t sleep till the sun comes up and then it’s time for work. But you don’t really regret staying up cause you now the ins and outs of your new gadget.

That’s the high I’m at right now.

I’m always and I mean always looking for new ways ideas and ways to feel mesmerized. I need something to just grab my attention and keep me fixated all day about it. That’s what this blog did to me and still does. It got  me all fiery about writing something new everyday almost and I have stuck to it until it becomes a habit. At days I write great stuff and at days some ok and maybe horrible posts. But I WRITE!! And this has taught me so much and I mean so much.

I was stuck in a rut and was always feeling beat down because I would always pursue whatever I was doing with such brutality and I’d burn out. I’d come back yes but I wasn’t as enthusiastic as I started. But now I happen to be enthusiastic about almost everything I’m pursuing at an equal rate.

Some people say that in order to be good at something then you must only do that one thing bla bla bla. If it isn’t working of you then please don’t listen to them. We are Human beings and we can multi task to a certain extent, and we all have different capabilities.  So use your God given abilities and do what you want. You do not and I repeat DO NOT have to do one thing only to be good at it.

I was always very serious about sports and would train very seriously and would rarely do group training due to being focused and what not. When I got married, become a respectable member teacher ( LOL) and became head of a family. I just couldn’t do sports the way I did anymore. I just couldn’t. My performance really suffered and I suffered along side it. I wasn’t doing much else with my life apart from whatever else everyone was doing. It sucked. At least for me it did.

As soon as I changed that mindset I now now feel a 100% better. ok fine 70. But that’s a drastic change. Imagine 70% increase in happiness and productivity. All my goals are now aligned together, even though I’m  focusing on various things, but they’re aligned under one vision. I wish I had a name for it. But here’s how I see it. Health, community, sharing, producing, humor, art, and being politically incorrect.

It’s YOUTUBE. I can’t believe I had to to write 450 words to tell you that. I’m now pursuing a new hobby where I share my insights, day to day activities, tips, recipes, nonsense on my Youtube challenge.

Join me for a laugh,a new idea, enlightenment and maybe some inspiration.

Here I am 

How they digged their own graves

There he was. Smoking his way to the grave. A pretty good way to go if, if you ask me. If you enjoy it. Until you’re almost at the grave and then you really don’t wanna go. It’s not that you just don’t want to go anymore, cause who does? It’s what happens to you before you go. He was detoriating slowly. Deteriorate here means die slowly and painfully without you having any control over it and no amount of painkillers can stop it, but maybe deteriorate it even more ( make it slower ) which is bad news really. You’re just staying alive to be punished. Maybe that will make it easier after you’ve died already.

I asked him after his second diagnosis of confirmed cancer if it was from all the smoking, but he was quick to reply “NO”. I’ve been smoking all my life, can’t be it. If it was, it would have killed me a long time ago. But his premature aging and wrinkly cheeks were signs that this was coming sooner or later. Bless him.

This other guy I knew was convinced that he’s healthy and that his oversized gut was genetic and that it runs in the family. After a stroke he was diagnosed with type 2 diabetes, high cholesterol ( heart disease) and high blood pressure. He was later served the same food he always ate and refused to make any dietary changes or take medication because he was healthy and the stroke was just an incident that had occurred and was unavoidable. The next stroke he had numbed half his face leaving him partially blind and they had to amputate one of his legs due to poor blood circulation. He wished the stroke took him all the way to the grave instead of the emergency room.

What did these 2 stubborn but loving men ( to their families ) have in common ?

Well for one they became a damn burden to their loved ones and society as  a whole. They were living on the concept that if we have all done this for a long time then it’s perfectly fine. Their loved ones now had to take special care of them.

I like how the word “special” can mean the exact opposite depending on context. You’re a special boy, can mean you are mentally retarded ( literally and/or figuratively) and it can mean you’re wonderful ( Extraordinary). Their kind of “special” treatment led to others being handicapped by serving them in “special ways” no one had the pleasure of doing.

What does this teach me though?

It teaches me to look past culture and society. It teaches me that cultural habits can be very damaging if done long enough and it can damage myself and others around me in the long run. It teaches me that to deteriorate through cultural habits is bad. It teaches me to have an open mind when someone tries to teach me or even tell me something new and not be dogmatic about it. It teaches me also to be bare the pain of seeing dogmatic and stubborn loved ones dig a hole while I can’t do a single thing about it. That’s always the hardest part.

Good news for the diabetic dude though. The next stroke took him. Not sure if it was good or bad news for his loved ones. Maybe a little bit of both. A sort of a mixed feeling.
God rest their souls, and ours too while I’m at prayer mode.Amen.

Challenge almost accomplished

2 days ago (25th October, 2015) was the last day for my 30 day writing challenge. I then had a 2 day mini vacation and am now writing this. I didn’t write everyday for 30 days but I managed to write 25 posts and that’s pretty damn good! If I didn’t have a challenge then I’m sure that I would have not even maybe written 15 posts.

Not that I didn’t take my challenge serious but at days I was just exhausted and I couldn’t think of anything good to write, and in other days I refrained from writing cause I feared that the topic I had in mind was not very friendly, so I slept it off and waited for the next best thing. But it didn’t happen too often, as I only missed 5 days out of 30. What have a I learnt from this experience? That a month passed by anyways.

But the difference was that I had 25 posts under my sleeve and my writing muscle was beginning to show. I felt more confident writing after day 20. I have something to look back too and say ah! Yes! I can write and I can create controversy. Did writing become a habit? No, not yet. Maybe if I wrote 30 posts then it would have. I don’t know. But for now, I feel like I can stop writing easily and I don’t like that. So since another month is gonna pass by anyway I want it to count again.

I am going to extend my writing challenge to another 30 days, as hard as this may be, I want to do it anyways. I’m just very busy doing stuff. But I still want to write and since writing has become easier than last month, I’d like to add a challenge along side that. Not sure what yet, but I will. I’ll think about something appropriate. Something that doesn’t scare me too much and something I’ll actually look forward to doing. Or else burnout is what’s going to happen. And that is not good.

How’s your month going to pass by? Any plans?

How to find our callings in life

We all want to do work that matters, work we love and work that just gets up in the morning ready to kick some ass!

BUT…. we aren’t. We drag ourselves out of bed and do what we have to do in order to survive. Here’s the thing, its hard to find it out and even if we do, we may not able to always do what we love. I for one think that one of my callings are to race in an  F1 Ferrari car. As hard as it calls me, all I can do is go karting and let my imagination do the rest. The truth is that discovering your life’s work is a challenging journey full of twists and turns. Along the way, you might need help knowing where you are and how far you have left to go.

Here are 5 ways that may help you know what your callings in life are:

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  1. People see it in you without you necessarily seeing it yourself: I have been told on several counts to be a comedian, but I don’t think that I’m that funny or that I have the discipline to write material, I’m just straightforward and honest I guess. People have also told me to get into teaching and I have. I have been praised as a teacher ever since I was 19 and Its something I passionately do now. Listen, to what people tell you and what you’re made for, it may just be one of them.
  2. It’s not easy doing what you’re born to do but it comes naturally: I was almost gonna cry when I was doing the body pump module ( which is course where I get trained to be an instructor for body pump ) but I didn’t quit and it came quite naturally to me eventually. Teaching is not always easy but I do it with passion and that comes naturally cause I love doing it.
  3. It’s full of failure: My placement test to be an instructor at an international center was so hard and I failed it miserably, I then begged them for a second chance cause I was good at it but was a just a little rusty. Then, after being hired I was evaluated and failed that as well. As I was being evaluated I left the class to drink some water cause I was just drying up due to all the pressure, that really messed it up for me. But I didn’t give in, cause I wanted to be a teacher so bad from all my heart and now I’m pretty darn good at it.
  4. It’s not just one thing but plenty of things : A calling is more than just a job or a career track. It’s your whole life, and it tends to integrate into everything else that you do, not competing with but complementing your values and priorities. If a calling takes you away from your family or loved ones too much, it may be more of an addiction than a vocation.
  5. It’s not just what you do but what you leave behind: Your calling must be so big that you leave an impact behind for the world to praise, live on and maybe even continue after that you’re gone. Examples may be leaving behind great children that will impact the world and leave it better than how it is ( my parents have already played their part with their calling and can now enjoy retirement) , or leaving behind a great business that will benefit society through employment and great service or a great book that will entertain or change lives.

Look for you calling, and don’t settle. I used to think a calling was simple and easy. Now, I understand that it’s so much more. It will take my entire life to find my callings, but the destination will be worth the journey. May the same be true for you, as well.