You Owe You

This guy at work won R10k on this incentive the business was running.

Now he’s the target of sarcastic commentary.

People asking him for R1k then making comments & silly requests like “can you give me R1l?” “what is R1k to you? Something you can easily giveaway surely.”

People don’t grind but feel entitled over the fruits of someone else’s labor.

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How dare they shine on his shine.

Bloody mofos.

Reminds me of scavengers.

Get yours.

He doesn’t owe you.

In fact, You Owe You.

~ Musa

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Your Growth Is Limited By Your Environment

My latest favorite content marketing guy said I should document my life regularly.

So here I am, doing just that.

Imitate successful people long enough and you too will be successful.

Long enough and consistently enough.

So there was something a friend of mine wrote…

… I can’t say we’re friends, I mean I never met the guy but I do enjoy his tweets.

Anyways, the guy wasn’t feeling well, I mean we are human, and he posted how he had a bad feeling about today.

This was something which was out of character of him.

But then again, like the rest of us, he spends like 2% of his life on social media so what do I know.

Nonetherless we are what we think.

As a man thinketh, so shall he be.

So I politely asked he stop with his sh** and focus on willing the day into a great one.

But I did that mostly for selfish reasons.

I can’t be scrolling through my Twitter timeline with such negativity.

Like, I’m the most negative person I know.

That’s why I need this blog, YouTube videos, and other motivational just to make it through the day.

So I need those I follow to inspire me with every swipe on my phone.

To surround myself with positive shandis that will outweigh the negative, so that I can attract more people and things to be grateful for.

I think that’s why I’ve unfriended so many on Facebook and unfollowed on IG and Twitter.

Be picky about the people or things you expose your mind to. They unconsciously affect the life you live and the things you have in your life.

~ Musa

How I Made R1300 In 2 hours….

There’s this thing that the universe does when it comes to answering your prayers.

Last week, around this time, I was complaining to one of my mentors.

It was a good release, especially after she sent me a TED Talk that spoke of the truth definition of mental health.

I was carrying with me this cloud of defeat due to the level of stress & anxiety I was perpetuating in my head.

But what I’ve realized about myself, is that I dont’ stay defeated.

I think that’s why I decided to eventually click on Tim Biyeul’s link.

A link, mind you, that I’ve been scrolling past to check out my new obssession: mixed martial arts videos on YouTube.

What he and Ed Mylett brought up in the interview spurred something in me that had me take action on an idea I had.

I just never took action on it.

So the next morning I went on to Olx.co.za, (a platform for buying and selling services and goods online) to sell my Playstation.

An idea I had for while just to boost us for the month.

I still can’t believe how fast that shandis sold.

7:00: I posted the ad. I took a number of pictures using my girlfriend’s iPad after watching the Tim & Ed video the day before. Ended up posting 1 of them though. My thinking was less perfection and more action.

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7:08: Ad was verified & published.

7:11: 2 potential buyers were wondering if it was still available. 1 was willing to buy at the initial price of R1500. 2nd buyer wanted to close me on R1300, on the basis that I sell it to him that day. So I did.

9:01: I had R1300 in cash, in my hand.

And that is how I made R1300 in 2 hours.

It just reconfirmed how:

  1. Nothing changes if nothing changes.
  2. The universe rewards action. Any action is better than no action.
  3. The universe likes speed.
  4. Expect to succeed. Even if it’s the first time you are trying out something new. There is power in expectation.
  5. There is more ways money can be made apart from slaving away for it at your job.

It reminds me of how Vaynerchuk keeps inspiring about his #trashtalk.

I don’t believe all transactions go this fast.

That would be naive of me to believe that.

But R1300 a day, is a much higher rate than what I am getting a day at work.

Additional sources of incomes are available if only we act on them and not only pray about them.

~ Musa

 

What Are You Passionate About?

garySh** I thought I had a draft pending.

It would have been easier.

But life is not easy.

Read somewhere that you become better.

But anyways, I wanted to write about how I hate this guy I was reading about.

He works on like 4 hours of sleep every day, and gets a lot done.

Because he’s got stuff to do & doesn’t procrastinate.

Without bitching about how tired he is the next day.

I go on about 9 hours of sleep and moan about how worn out I am.

Especially when I’m about to enter the gates of hell….I mean the gates leading to the entrance at work.

Gary loves what he does.

I wonder how it feels to wake up every day to do your life’s work.

To wake up, spending the day doing work you are passionate about.

I mean, it made me wonder: what are you passionate about?

And the guy just keeps on chunking away at it.

Day in & day out.

He doesn’t give a f*** whether you are following him or not.

He just keeps on pushing content after content.

Not skipping a beat.

He says he’s in it for the long run.

Something to think about, especially when we love these quick fix lifestyle we’re currently living.

Some of life’s principles never change regardless of how fast things are.

“Don’t wish it was easier wish you were better. Don’t wish for less problems wish for more skills. Don’t wish for less challenge wish for more wisdom” – Jim Rohn

~ Musa

 

God Answers…

Looking over my blog for inspiration.

Wanted to write about something fresh.

Life experiences work best.

I then remembered that I have been affirming BS over the past few days.

Finished reading my book.

So I’m left with my own thinking, with no forward thinking concepts to rival them.

So I resorted to what I had already with me.

Prayer.

Positive affirmation to the Invisible Supply to give me strength & the courage to free me from the quicksand I have thrown myself in.

Created by the negative thinking I have been over thinking.

And God answered.

Not in the bush-on-fire kind of way.

She usually more subtle than that.

To me anyways.

Something I have forgetten with all the attention I have giving the outside world.

With me having my hand been bitten from over extending my compassion to others, but giving none to myself.

Through those silent, emo prayers I was repeating to myself manifested a call from my guardian angel, in the form of a coworker.

Someone I draw strength from because she’s such a freaking inspiration.

She managed to do settle all her debts.

No matter how painful it was, with her having to sacfrice her looks for a brighter financial future.

She also managed to raise her standards.

Asking more from herself because of how much value she now sees in herself.

S*** like that, makes people frkn beautiful.

I live for moments like those.

Spending time with people who are were I want to be or aspiring to reach that level.

She came to fetch my ass for a much needed free lift to work & back in her new car.

Wow.

She never seems to disappoint.

Coming from a dark past to be excelling the way she is, makes me feel like a whimp for complaining as much as I am.

It lifted my spirit.

I needed that.

What I’m trying to say is that She answers in a various, unexpected ways that we miss.

Billboard sign.

Song lyrics heard over the radio.

Meme.

Statements said in passing.

She doesn’t shout from the rooftops.

God answers in whisphers.

~ Musa

Just Peachy….

I was on Facebook with it’s FB memories reminders.

That seems to be the only thing I update on Facebook, come to think of it.

Meaning next year I will be reminded about the memories FB reminded me of today.

Nothing new under the sun.

Went emo couple of days back with the blog I published.

That day sucked, but I’ve had worse.

The morning sex usually helps with improving my mood.

But my partner in crime was not available for the joint venture so I turned to food. I was out of beer.

Self gratification gives me minimal pleasure. Not as satisfying as the excitement I get in conquering the female body into orgasm…I digress.

So I took baby girl to daycare in the morning.

Did the dishes.

Took a nap.

Bathed and headed for work.

I took the time I spent offline focusing on what’s going right, even though the world is on fire around me.

Reminds me of that hell scene when John Constantine went for a quick peek in that Constantine movie.

Things could be better, yes, but bitching about them won’t change them much.

Sometimes the discomfort you are experiencing now is nudging you forward, not backward.

Busy praying for deliverance from your current unhappiness but you’re not happy with the process it takes for your prayer to be answered.

S*** will always hit the fan. Even more so when change is coming.

Think it’s a matter of riding it out. But to always keep your eyes on the price.

That’s why goals are important.

Without them, what’s the point of living?

~ Musa