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Tag: Motivation

  • What fears have you overcome and how?

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    What fears have you overcome and how?
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    Fear is a universal human experience, but overcoming it can be a profound journey of personal growth. We all face different anxieties, and learning to navigate them builds resilience and character. Here are two significant fears I’ve managed to conquer, and how those victories have shaped my perspective.

    The Fear of Missing Out (FOMO)

    In today’s hyper-connected world, it’s easy to fall prey to the fear of missing out. Social media constantly bombards us with updates on what others are doing, creating a sense of urgency to keep up with every trend, event, or new idea. I certainly felt this pressure. There was a time when I believed that if I wasn’t constantly engaged in the latest fad or exploring every novel concept, I’d be left behind.

    However, I’ve come to a crucial realization: you can’t possibly keep up with the fast-paced changes happening all around us. The digital landscape evolves at an incredible speed, and trying to chase every new thing is a recipe for exhaustion and dissatisfaction. My breakthrough came when I understood that it’s far better to be grounded in my own values and interests, rather than being easily swayed by fleeting trends.

    This shift in perspective has brought immense peace. Instead of feeling anxious about what I might be missing, I now focus on what truly enriches my life. I’ve learned to be more discerning about where I invest my time and energy, choosing quality over quantity. This doesn’t mean I ignore new developments, but rather that I approach them with a healthy dose of skepticism and a focus on what genuinely aligns with my goals and well-being. It’s about being present and content with my own journey, not comparing it to everyone else’s highlight reel.

    The Fear of Failure

    Another significant hurdle I’ve cleared is the fear of failure. For many, the idea of not succeeding can be paralyzing, preventing them from even attempting new challenges. I’ve certainly experienced that feeling of hesitation, where the potential for a misstep loomed larger than the potential for success.

    My journey to overcoming this fear began with a simple but powerful realization: as long as you are trying, you are growing as a person. Failure isn’t the end of the road; it’s a stepping stone. Every attempt, successful or not, provides valuable lessons and new insights. The act of putting yourself out there, of pushing your boundaries, inherently leads to personal development.

    I’ve learned to reframe failure not as a definitive judgment of my capabilities, but as an integral part of the learning process. It’s vital to keep pushing yourself, even in the face of a possible setback. This mindset has liberated me to take more risks, embrace new challenges, and view obstacles not as impenetrable walls, but as opportunities for innovation and adaptation. The growth that comes from overcoming a stumble far outweighs the discomfort of the initial fall.

  • Knocked Down

    The path is long, the shadows deep,

    A whispered doubt, secrets to keep.

    The climb is steep, the air is thin,

    A battle fought from deep within.

    The world may push, the strong winds blow,

    And try to reap what I have sown.

    But in my heart, a fire gleams,

    A burning hope, a field of dreams.

    I may get knocked down but I’d get up again,

    You’ll never gonna see me down, my friend.

    For every fall, a lesson learned,

    A spirit stronger, fiercely burned.

    So let the trials come and go,

    My will to rise, it will always show.

    With every breath, a stronger stride,

    My spirit soaring, open wide.

  • A Hollow Space

    The alarm’s first bleat, a hollow sound,

    Pulls me from slumber, earthbound,

    Another dawn, the light appears,

    And with it, whispered, nameless fears.

    A stretch, a sigh, a slow ascent,

    To face the day, on purpose bent,

    But in the quiet of the room,

    A phantom ache, a sense of doom.

    Something is missing, stark and wide,

    A hollow space where dreams reside.

    A color muted, joy subdued,

    A silent longing, unsubdued.

    The coffee brews, the news rolls by,

    Another cycle ‘neath the sky,

    And in the mundane, I discern,

    A different path, a desperate yearn.

    To chase the wild, untamed desire,

    To stoke a long-forgotten fire,

    A life unlived, a soul unspun,

    Beneath a different, brighter sun.

    To paint the canvas, write the verse,

    To break the rhythm, to disperse

    The heavy cloak of what must be,

    And claim a self that’s truly free.

    But duty calls, the clock demands,

    My spirit bound in tired hands.

    The humdrum steps, the practiced smile,

    Just for a moment, to beguile

    The heart that aches, the mind that strains,

    Against the daily, common pains.

    Oh, for a world where risks are bold,

    And stories of true living told.

  • Burning Coal

    The gilded cage, its bars unseen,

    A tapestry of what should be,

    Woven by whispers, a collective keen,

    Of how a life is meant to flee.

    A weight of glances, nods of knowing,

    The silent judgment, sharp and sly,

    A path laid out, continuously showing,

    The summit where my worth will lie.

    My spirit chafes, a restless bird,

    Against the pressure, soft and deep,

    Each whispered wish, each spoken word,

    A promise I am bound to keep.

    The air feels thick, a heavy shroud,

    Of expectations, finely spun,

    I yearn to break from this well-meaning crowd,

    And chase a different rising sun.

    Yet, in this struggle, strange and stark,

    A flicker ignites, a burning coal,

    A refusal to remain a mark,

    A captive reaching for a goal.

    For in their gaze, I see reflected,

    A strength I didn’t know I held,

    A need to prove, though disaffected,

    A story bravely to be spelled.

    So trapped I am, within their frame,

    But in this trap, a fire grows,

    To play their expected, winning game,

    And then, perhaps, to choose my own prose.

    To climb their peak, with gritted teeth,

    To taste the victory they define,

    And in that triumph, find beneath,

    The power truly to be mine.

    This fight is born of outside need,

    But in the fray, my will takes hold,

    To plant my flag, a defiant seed,

    A story waiting to unfold.