“All That Glitters…”

“​Twenty years ago we began studying how people become wealthy.

Initially, we did it just as you might imagine, by surveying people in so-called upscale neighborhoods across the country.

In time, we discovered something odd. 

Many people who live in expensive homes and drive luxury cars do not actually have much wealth. 

Then, we discovered something even odder: Many people who have a great deal of wealth do not even live in upscale neighborhoods.”

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It’s reading stuff like that that makes me update my life’s goal because they remind me to have the right thinking and the right associations.

I get my thinking right then I will take the right actions that attract the things I want for my life.

Thank you.

I love you.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

~ Musa

Blaming It On The Full Moon

It was on a night like this. Full moon and all. Think I was waist high. Full-Moon-e1406929374981

Another fight between my parents. Sister too young to notice.

It bled out to the street. I guess the house was too small.

She’s was so Orlando, managing to throw in some licks of her own.

In the background I was hearing a voice, it sounded foreign, of someone reprimanding my dad and my mom.

That’s when I realized it was my voice. So loud, it felt wrong. To be raising my voice like that to my parents?

Mom had sister wrapped around her back with a small blanket.

But what got me was how clear the night was, outside

So clear from the light from the moon. So clear it was as if God had Her stage light on. Just for us.

I too was smacked around as well for obeying my mother when she asked me to follow her with her wanting to leave.

Heck, she was leaving. Taking evening taxi’s my aunt’s place maybe…

Never got to ask.

Mixed emotions.

Happy mom is away. But sad that she’s gone.

I wouldn’t come back if I was her.

But I want her back.

Dad managed to rip my sister from mom’s back.

Was sis’ crying?

Maybe, but this memory is not about her, it’s about me.

Why the fuck am I witnessing this.

It can’t be real.

Was smacked back reality because I endangered myself by being on road and not safe on the pavement.

But it’s not my fault I’m outside so late this evening, dude

But I’ll take it.

I’ve been taking it. For a while now so… whatever.

But why are you doing this in front of my sister?

We’re back home now.

Mom’s not here though so we’re back in the house now.

Awkward silence now.

Sister on his knee trying to quiet her.

Don’t quite down baby.

This is an outrage.

Why you calming down now?

You going to betray me as well?

Wants from with the women in my life?

Women are trash.

What now.

It’s still light out.

Sister be sleeping now.

So it’s time for bed as well.

My heart fuming. Keeping me warm from the cool breeze that was outside.

Feeling hollow.

Playing the blame game. Blame my mother. Blame my father. Blame my sister. And blaming it on the full moon.

~ Musa

When Death, Time & Love Write Back 

I don’t like movies that make me cry.

Watching Collateral Beauty starring Will Smith had me squinting my eyes.

collateral_beautyHolding my tears back with my eyelids.

It’s been a while since I’ve watched a movie like that.

Evoking so much emotions then throwing me out of wack after it was done with me.

It was Mr. Smith’s best performance to date.

Enjoyed listening to the story behind the scenes on how he also experienced loss during the making of the movie.

How he just went all out in giving it all through the film.

Can’t wait until it’s out on Blu-ray.

It’s worth the watch.

Please forgive me.

I’m sorry.

Thank you.

I love you.

~ Musa

Being Better Than Your Old Self 

htwfaip​”The way to get things done,” says  [Charles] Schwab, “is to stimulate competition. I do not mean in a sordid, money-getting way, but in the desire to excel.” 

Ran our of characters for me to post this on Twitter so I’m posting it here.

Thought this was a cool quote.

Competing to be better than who you are.

From a book I’m reading again by Dale Carnegie, How to Win Friends and Influence People. 

Thank you.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

I love you.

~ Musa

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

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