How Was Your Average, Perfect Day?

I read a beautiful blog post, shared by my team leader in the work group Whatsapp (how I despise these groups) titled The Perfect Average Day.

Like the English saying, I walked a mile in her shoes.

Or was it her high heels.

It was relatable.

Well written.

I loved it.

But some of my work colleagues didn’t.

Commenting about how she should use the opportunities within her company to better her living conditions.

To better HER perfect, average day.

Another commented about how there’s nothing special about her day since there are others who go through worse.

Another commented on what kind of response did the writer want? Compassion?

In the back of mind I thought, guys…it’s not a competition.

It’s not about compassion.

Why the hostility?

Is it shame, or embarrassment?

Having some parts of your life displayed like that for all to see, maybe making you feel intimidated?

Or was it because it was a woman who wrote that story?

Did she struck a cord maybe?

This was because I believed she wrote that just to share a part of her life with a receptive audience.

Just because she writes and that’s what writers do.

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No hidden agendas.

Maybe that’s the writer in me talking.

Maybe they are acting this way because it’s one of those photos that don’t make it to their Instagrams.

Because it has no filter.

Too real.

In the world of the Internet, there is no such thing as over sharing.

So instead of pointing out their insecurities, I decided to blog about it here.

I do my best to avoid an argument.

It’s like what this book I’m re-reading says,

“A man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still.”
How To Make Friends and Influence People. 

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

Thank you.

I love you.

~ Musa

PS. By the way here’s the link to the blog I’m talking about http://conversationswithaesha.blogspot.co.za/2017/04/the-perfect-average-day.html?m=0

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Who You With?

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I didn’t really get the concept of fighting for what you want.

Not consciously.

I’m a lover so this fighting thing is foreign to me.

But when I took a step back to see how things are currently for me.

I see myself wondering further away from, what I thought, was my path to freedom.

A path worth fighting for.

Reminds me of a CD I listened to about by farmer turned multimillionaire business owner about feeding the dream.

Protecting the dream.

There are lots of dream stealers out there.

Yourself included.

So dunking you mind in an environment of people that keep your dream alive, is vital.

Not only for your ultimate goal in life but for your everyday success as well.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

Thank you.

I love you.

Musa

Bet You Think This Blog Is About You

I sometimes forget the reasons why I write my blogs.

I get so cagey at time and I don’t want to associate with anyone or anything.

I lock myself in my shell when reality becomes to real for me.

But writing helps.

So like even if I’m going through stuff, writing something hopefully might be helpful to someone out there reading this.

The whole point of this is to pay it forward.

This life is not about you.

I think we are here to serve.pay-it-forward

In whatever form that comes natural to you.

Mine is writing.

Yours could be something else.

I’m not sure if you could say it’s your life’s purpose.

Turning that into something that pays you, that’s the rub.

Do things that come natural to you, things that make you happy.

The more you are in alignment with what makes you tick, the happier you will be, the happier the world will be.

“To deny our own impulses is to deny the very thing that makes us human.”

Thank you.

I love you.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

~ Musa