Saturday, January 28, 2012

Still A Long Way To Go

"The best people find strength in misery."

Maria Sharapova
was totally outclassed today losing to Victoria Azarenka, 6-3 6-0 in the Final of the 2012 Australian Open. Yeah, 'outclassed' doesn't even begin to describe it.

She lost this ope
n coming from another grand slam final loss in the US Open last year. Man, these times are hard. I'm sorry for being so dramatic but man, Sharapova's the reason why I love sports in the first place.

She won her first grand slam back in 2004 beating Serena Williams in Wimbledon. Then, she won a few grand slams, injured her ankle and shoulder and now, she's struggling to find her best tennis legs back. If you track her life, you'll prolly be inspired. It's the whole reason why she's always going to be my favorite.

I'd love to see her back on top but I know it's gonna take time. I am slightly over the depression caused by today's loss and I must say 'Hats off, Maria Sharapova'. Hats off to you for continuing to fight back despite the setbacks.

I, along with your 6 million Facebook fans will be waiting 'til we can call you 'Number One' again. x

Friday, January 27, 2012

An Open Letter to 'The One That Got Away'


Every once in a while, I still wonder.

What if I had said 'yes' when you offered to treat me to lunch? Paano kung nung sinabi mong crush mo 'yung naka-pink na jacket, narealize ko na na... ako lang pala 'yung nakapink na jacket sa class na 'yun? Paano kung nabasa ko 'yung signs ng tama?

Yeah, I was so insensitive back then.

We were young, though. You're this awesome person and I was this girl who didn't know how relationships worked. Having a boyfriend wasn't exactly my priority when we were in sophomore college.

Pero, if it still makes sense, I waited for you to ask again.

*faint*

I waited for the chance to say yes.

I wasn't afraid to say yes; I just didn't know when to say yes. Maybe, if you had asked again, I could have said yes to lunch.

I could have said yes to you.

*sigh*

It's been years, I know. We've graduated from college and we're so far away from the time na... isang tao lang 'yung pagitan ng upuan natin. Ha. Hindi mo lang alam 'yung saya ko sa tuwing alphabetical 'yung arrangement ng upuan.

Sa dinami-dami ng beses sa buhay ko na inayawan ko 'yung apelyido ko, naging thankful ako doon nung time na halos magkatabi na tayo. 'Yung nakakapagusap tayo ng kaswalan. 'Yung humihingi ka sa akin ng papel at nanghihiram ka ng ballpen - ang saya lang.
 
Kaso 'yun nga. Nakapagusap tayo ng kaswalan, nakapagusap tayo ng maayos. Nakapagusap tayo na parang... wala lang.
 
If you only knew.
 
The facade I put up everytime we were around each other never justified the confusion I felt deep inside.
 
Bakit hindi ka nagtanong ulit? Bakit hindi mo ulit ako niyayang kumain ng lunch? Kahit dinner pa 'yan o midnight snack, sasama ako. Pero wala talaga, eh. Kung kelan naman handa na akong sumabay sa'yo for lunch, wala na. Hindi ka na nakapaghintay.
 
Hindi ko makakalimutan 'yung birthday ko last year. Nagparinig ka sa akin pagkatapos niyo akong kantahan. Sabi mo, hindi kita pinansin dati. Natawa nga ako nun kasi, ang ganda ko 'di ba. Ako pa 'yung hindi namansin. Pero hindi mo narinig 'yung sinagot ko. Sabi ko... hindi mo 'ko hinintay.
 
Hindi naman ako bitter. I swear.
 
Just like you, I found someone. Naging masaya naman ako sa kanya at alam kong naging masaya din siya sa piling ko. (I laughed at the word 'piling', though.)
 
But still, there are those times you're reminded of the one that got away. Funny, everytime I watch Happy Yippee Yehey, I remember you. Isa sa hosts ng palabas na 'yun ay 'yung idol mo... na palagi mong sinasabing kamukha mo.
 
I have moved on and although Adele's song 'Someone Like You' reminds me of you, okay naman na ako. I have been okay for the past three years pero syempre, hindi naman pwedeng hindi mo malaman.
 
Naalala ko nga, nung napanuod ko 'yung sumayaw kayo sa Auditorium tapos partner kayo nung girlfriend mo, tinanong ko sa kaibigan ko, 'Kung kasing galing niya kaya ako sumayaw, magiging kami kaya?' Nakakatawa. Pero I have nothing against her. You two are meant to be together at hindi ko 'to sinasabi para hindi ako makasira ng relasyon.
 
They say in life, you'll meet a lot of people. There’s the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you’re with and then, there's the one that got away.
 
I guess, the one that got away is the person who clicked the most but the timing was just all wrong. There wasn't anything wrong with the person or the situation but it simply wasn't the right time.

You simply wasn't ready to commit.
 
Then, one day, you'll meet someone you'll be ready to take the chance with; someone who will make you feel like you're ready for it. You'll be happy.

The thing about relationships, it's about two people being ready to commit to each other.
 
Maybe, I was just not ready. Maybe, it wasn't meant to be. Maybe, it wasn't our time. You found someone, I did, too. I don't regret that and I never wished things were any different.
 
You might be wondering why I wrote you a "letter". I'm wondering, too.
 
Ha. I just want to put it out there because unlike the many things I kept deep inside, I don't want our history to be one of them. You're the my 'one that got away' and just so you know, I learned a lot from that.
 
It's just that sometimes, when you're too happy and too confident about yourself, you can't help but ask, 'Paano kung ganito na ako dati?' 'Paano kung wala akong insecurities?'
 
Every once in a while, the one that got away will cross your mind and again questions like that will pop. Kung ganito na ako dati, tatanungin mo kaya ako ulit for lunch?
 
Hihintayin mo kaya ako?
 
It's never nice to live with a 'could have been' but it happens. All the time.
 
SInulat ko lang 'to kasi nga writer ako. Dancer ka. Ako lang naman si Lora from Frisco. Ikaw si... you know who you are. Gusto ko lang sabihin 'yung mga bagay na matagal ko nang gustong sabihin kasi nga 'di ba, the truth will set you free.
 
To all those who are reading this, you can do two things: a) Accept the fact that the one that got away, got away.
 
And b) Talk to them, reach out and make a way to make them the one that almost got away. If you're lucky, maybe it's not too late. But if it is, you may choose A.
 
As for me, I'm choosing A.
 
I have chosen that option a long time ago.

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Life's Missing Instruction Manual

Never dwell on the mistakes you did in the past. We're bound to make mistakes. Life didn't come with an instruction manual; and even if it did, you sure won't follow it.

Be spontaneous. Take risks. Eat that tempting isaw or fishball because life is too short not to. Travel without a destination in mind. Embrace life because you're only young once.

Someday, if you look back to this time of your life, you'll smile at how this was the best years of your existence. Don't listen to other people, only listen to your heart. Other people can't tell you what makes you happy, YOU tell them. x

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Breathe

Had a long week at work or a stressful one at school? Have you worked your butt off non-stop this week? Have you had thoughts of giving up?

Then, stop. Breathe.

The weekend is always a time away from the things that stresses and upsets you. Most of the time, we use it to meet our friends, hangout, get drunk or be high of caffeine (like I do). But have you ever used the weekend as a time for yourself? Have you tried to use your free time as a FREE time?

Sure, we should not let a minute pass w/o doing something out of it but sometimes, when even the alcohol or coffee is not enough, the best stress reliever we can have is SILENCE.

Thursday, January 19, 2012

The Art of Risking It All

The difference between "shouldn't" and "should" is usually defined by a person's courage of taking a risk.
 
I saw this on Charlie today and it reminded me of the things that I didn't do in my life.


Mark Twain, an American author, once wrote:
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
Yes, there would be countless times that you'll be denied, rejected. You'll fail at some point but there is no greater courage than to be the one who kisses first; to be one who jumps first; to be the one who sails through the ocean despite not knowing if there's actually something in there.

You may fail miserably but at least, you have a story to tell. You did something in your life.
They say you'll never feel more alive than that moment in between jumping off the cliff and hitting the water.

Chasing a dream isn't easy but people who never tried to chase a dandelion never gave their selves a chance to become what they have always wanted to be.
 A “hey, I may have failed spectacularly but at least I have a story to tell, I *did* something with my life and I’m a heck of a lot braver than I thought” is much better than a “what if I had tried that? Now I’ll never know, and always regret.”
                                                         - You, Me and Charlie

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Martin Luther King, Jr is my Hero.

I posted this on Facebook last January 17. Forgive me for the delay. :)

Yesterday, January 16 was the Martin Luther King, Jr. Day.

Today (due to time zone differences), halfway across the globe, people are celebrating the life of a man who chose to make a difference. He will always be one of the few people I'd love to have breakfast with. I hope many people will choose to be like him because he chose equality despite the differences.

He chose to let love reign. x
"Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that."

It WAS About FEAR.

I remember seeing this from a friend's book. This WAS the story of my life. Since reading this, my life had never been the same.

It's always good to look at simple things and then be inspired. It amazes me, how the smallest of things and events trigger all the transitions you needed in life. Yeah, so I suggest you stop once a day and look at everything around you. Maybe, you'll find everything you've been looking for in the smallest of moments. x

Credits to PostSecret 

I was once a Mermaid.

Fine. You don't have to admit it but at least smile and recall childhood memories upon seeing this. Come on! Being a mermaid is awesome. x

"I still like to pretend I'm a mermaid whenever I go swimming."

Credits to: PostSecret

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

A Letter To My Younger Self

Dear Lora,

There were so many days you wasted on dwelling on the "I'm not good enough" phase.
People don't understand you. People don't generally like you. People won't interact with you if the timing didn't require them to.

So you stayed silent. You stayed under the radar, occasionally shining whenever you can't help it. You cry at the stupidest things and sometimes you get mad easily. Then, in one minute you're happy.
 
They don't understand the way you're acting because they don't know you. Maybe because you never really bothered to show them the real you but it's also because no one really bothered to try. They don't understand your mood swings. They don't understand your hunger for attention. They will never understand your need to be loved.
 
They never knew that all you were asking for is love.
 
They will never understand you because they do not know you. They do not know that you are a kid who had the ability to feel a lot of things, all at the same time. Your a kid who appreciates life just because you are alive and you're thankful for it.
 
Yet, you never showed them the real you because most of the people who surrounded you lived in a caged belief of life. So you stayed under the radar and never spoke of how you truly felt.
 
You never fought the people who tried to put you down because you didn't think you're powerful enough. You didn't think you can handle them because you felt that you were so inadequate.
 
If it makes any difference, dear, I hope you'd start believing that you are a wonderful kid.
You never hated the people who stepped on you. You never hated the people who tried to put you down. You are a wonderful kid and I always hoped you realized that earlier in your life. Maybe if you did, you would have maximized your potentials.
 
You are an amazing little girl.
You are strong.
You are enough.

No one ever told you that before but here I am, your 21-year old self telling you that you are enough.
 
Don't be scared to go out there and fight for another day because life is battle for survival. No one ever told you this but you are strong enough to handle life. No one ever told you that you're so much more than the girl who looked at the people who made you believe they're better than you.
 
I admire you because although you sometimes envied those kids who were richer and more beautiful than you, you never wished for another face, another school or another life. I admire you because you knew, inside your heart and believed that you'll get somewhere else, somewhere better.
 
I am your 21-year old self telling you that you made it out of the shadows of people who told you that you will be a loser for the rest of your life.
 
I am your 21-year old self telling you that you are enough. You've always been enough.
 
I am warning you up until your 21 not many people will tell you that you are enough. A lot of people will ask a lot of changes and things from you but on the 12th of January 2012, someone will tell you that you are enough. That someone is the one that counts the most because it YOU. This me, YOU. Telling you that you are enough.
 
I wish people have given you the chance to be part of their lives before. I wish people didn't shut you out when you asked for friendship. I wish people tried to love you.
 
You were too young to be left out. You were too young for the world's cruelty. You were too young for the world.
 
I wish people have given you the chance.
 
But you know what, you took that chance anyway.You never let them get inside your head. 

They hurt you but they didn't break you and at the end of the day, it's all that matters. I hope you'll never change the way you look at life because you looked at it as place to explore. At an early age, you knew that it's a cruel world but you still walked outside of your small house with your head held up high because you chose to take the good things instead.
 
Lora, if this still matters, I hope you learn to love yourself as much as your 21-year old self loves herself.
 
Thank you for not letting those people  damage you forever because your 21-year old self is proud of you.
 
Yes, Lora. They tried to break you. They tried to make you believe that you are not good enough. They tried to make your self-doubt kill you. So, thank you because you didn't believe them.
 
You bended. But you never broke.

Love,
Your 21-Year Old Self (With Such Unbridled Talent)

PS
See? You love yourself so much.

Monday, January 9, 2012


The challenge is to be yourself in a world where everybody tries to turn you into somebody else. You may be one, just one; but YOU are ENOUGH.

Thaddeus Golas, a Polish writer, once wrote "Whatever you're doing, love yourself for doing it. Whatever you're feeling, love yourself for feeling it."


Live everyday as if what you're doing makes a difference. It does. x

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Get It Right

Saw this a few days ago and I was like, "Way to be articulate."

Never thought I'd be posting this but the past few days had been rather... juicy - for lack of better word. A few days ago, I dropped the F-bomb and now, I'm blurting the S word. Crazy.

You, Me. We always have a choice, right? Why stay miserable if, really, the freaking answer is in front of you and you've got your whole life ahead of you. If you're miserable right now, please, don't choose to be miserable tomorrow. Because really, it's a freaking choice. Self-pity is always NOT on the fashion trend, so please, get your s*** together.

Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Even Destiny has an Expiry Date


Here I go again with Danielle LaPorte.

Why does she say the right things?

find a new target for your long-unfulfilled dreams: a love story.

*names have been changed to protect the identity of the temporarily heart-broken
Louise* and Lance* were best friends. Just friends, never so much as smooched. They were roomies, they got drunk at concerts together, they slept in the same tent, exchanged great Christmas presents. Lance dated other people. Louise was in love with Lance. Plain as day, we all could see it. Well, maybe someday Lance will get it.
Twelve years went by. New partners and holidays came and went. It was good n' truly time for Louise to lay down the torch. She decided make a pitch. This is the crescendo of all romantic comedies where the protagonist decides to go for it:
It's 4am and we'd all been dancing at a fabulous wedding. Louise and Lance are slow dancing as the DJ starts packing up. There is a small audience of us in the corner table balancing Stella bottles and wearing neckties around our heads. "Oh...my...I think she's going for it," one of the cast says. We lean in to gawk, trying to read their lips.
Sure enough, with heart in hand and Cabernet courage Louise made her overture...Do you think we could make a go of it? Lance listened. He's a great guy. He listened softly. And softly he said: If it were going to happen, it would have happened by now. Truth bomb. Gently dropped.

If it were going to happen, it would have happened by now.

Even destiny has an expiry date. This is such primal wisdom. I'm all for relentless dreaming and fierce faith. But if you're spending an overly long time trying to wish, hammer, hope, push and ploy things into form, maybe it's time to point your dream in another direction. If a crop isn't growing, the farmer doesn't keep wasting water and fertilizer on it. He yanks it out, tills the soil and plants a whole new kind of seed.

Let 'em go. Kill the project. Shut down a division. And take that same longing for love, or creative fulfillment, or phat cash and face forward!

A Different Sort of Book

Hope for the Flowers
Trina Paulus


Man, this book was one hard book to find.

I remember when I was shopping for random stuff at a bookstore last year, I came across a book which I don't remember anything about except for the line "except those who have given up completely".

The line stuck with me well, maybe because that time, I believed I have given up completely.

Then, as 2012 started, I browsed through You, Me and Charlie and saw a review for this book and was like, "I know this."

I wasted no time, since that was my promise for 2012. And finally, bookstore after bookstore, I was able to find this one stacked under loads book inside a highly disorganized bookstore and a (mind you) high end mall somewhere in Eastwood.

Then, since I was so unfortunate at work that I didn't have work packages, I found time to read it in one sitting and yeah, the magic happened.
"To get to the top, he must fly not climb."
This is a story of two caterpillars learning the meaning beyond their metamorphosis.The story taught me so much about the importance of dreams and the process of achieving it; of what's really important, of what really matters.

It's a simple story yet, the simplest stories touch your life the most. It's a story of two caterpillars yet, one of them could be you.

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Here's To The Past


When it comes to inspiring stuff, one of my main resorts is Danielle LaPorte. She writes simply and straight to point. Her sentiments are so easy to relate with that sometimes, when I read her posts, I hear myself talking. Most of the time, she voices out just what I needed to hear or know, or see.

People like her make you realize that someone out there is going through the same thing that you're in; that you're not alone.

I'm posting one of her posts that made me say, "Oh, yes. Amen to that."
I didn't want to post something inspired by it because LaPorte said it the best way the message could be said.

So, I'm posting it.

Maybe, it can help you.
For rage-babes, flakes and tyrants: get over it

We are the sum total of our experience. And undeniably, it is our past ... as well as our essential spirit - that informs our character, whether that past is recent or centuries gone by. The altered state a-ha’s I’ve had about possible past lives, the insights I've had on acid in my twenties (except for that one really paranoid trip where I couldn't talk for three hours,) and the wit from gifted therapists and wise girlfriends has helped me to explain the fears and flaws that I've been dragging with me for years.
It is essential to whole living that you get to the source of your pain and screwed up choices. What happened in your childhood or another life informs patterns in your current reality. But sooner or later, you’ve simply got to get over using yesterday to explain today’s behavior.
Decide to just get over it. Let it be that simple.
For most of us who had normally dysfunctional upbringings (I’m not talking about suffering exceptional atrocities or repetitive abuses,) our past is no excuse to continue being a flake, a tyrant, obnoxiously needy, or a rage-babe. Look, we’re all terrific for going to therapy, for having past life insights, and reading Wayne Dyer. Yeah for the New Age. Really. But knowing why you’re so screwed up is only half the journey.
“My father never told me I’m pretty, so now I’m fat.”
“I was a pilgrim burned at the stake in my past life so now I’m afraid to voice my opinions.”
“My mother was overly emotional so I suppress my feelings for fear of being like her.”
Choose to let it be done.
I once dated a guy who thought he was Jack Evolved because he’d done enough time in therapy to know that his parents’ affair-riddled marriage rendered him commitment-phobic. “Babe," he'd start to explain, "I’m just repeating my father’s behavior, it’s like, deep stuff." Uh-huh. Like I care why you’re a two timing narcissist. Maybe a few more hours of therapy would have unearthed the courage in him to be a good boyfriend. I’ll take faithful over self-helped any day.
Therapy, yes. Strategy, yes.
It is immensely, undeniably valuable to excavate the origin of your fear and your pain. It’s down right essential. But when you start using that awareness as an excuse to stay stuck, you become the worst kind of victim. This is one of the potential problems with talk therapy. The rehashing of who-done-you-wrong and how it screwed you up could be better spent on making a plan to take full responsibility for creating a future that does right by your tremendous potential. I think after some incredible therapy, most people could do with a kick-butt life coach that helps them strategize and be accountable to their dreams.
An acquaintance and I were talking about her relationship with her step dad. It was no secret that they’d had a rough ride and there had been plenty said and done to make them both bitter. She was now working for him. I saw them laughing together, being affectionate, respectful.
“So...what changed?” I asked her. “You two were barely speaking at one point.”
“We just decided to get over it," she shrugged. “You know, just let it go. So we did.”
Maybe enlightenment is a decision that has little to do with the past.
 Visit Danielle LaPorte: www.whitehottruth.com

Be inspired. x

Monday, January 2, 2012

Everybody is a genius.

Everybody is a genius.
But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.
- Albert Einstein

We are all special in our ways.
We are unique.
And even though sometimes we don't see it, the world will be less of a world without us.

So be kind to one another.
Don't judge them by what they cannot do, rather, look at them by the things they can share and the stories that they can tell.

I am here because I am special.
And so are you.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

It's a start, right?


I'm scared, you know.

I have always been that girl who had huge dreams.

I would always go and zone out, every now and then, just to think about what I want in my life.

But if you ask me, right at this moment, I would shrug and say, "I'm not sure."
I would say that because I'm really not sure.

Maybe because I am that type of person: I want too much of everything.

I want everything.

I want to do and experience every single thing that life has to offer. I am so damn in love with the world that I want to breathe every single bit of it. I don't want to miss anything because the world is so damned beautiful to ignore.

For the first time in months, probably a year or so, that I wrote something like this. An entry that I wrote because I wanted to inspire people; I wanted to touch lives.

I realized, while sitting in front of this damned laptop that I only write when I'm inspired.

And it's the first time I've written something for so long.

Knowing that, man, I knew I have been so uninspired for quite a time.

But this entry isn't about what inspired me. This entry is about what could inspire me.

I want everything. I want too much of everything.

I am not ashamed of that fact because it keeps me moving... or not.

Before graduation, I was always certain of the life I wanted. I was the one who was most likely to achieve a lot because I had so many goals. I had so many things in mind. Not to mention that I was always the kind of person who strive hard to get what she wanted.

But that's the thing about the person I was. It's who I used  to be.

It's part of the person that was me.

After I graduated, I don't know how it happened but I lost sight of everything  I have imagined before that damned Cum Laude medal clung onto my neck.

I suddenly woke up with all these fears of not making it; of not getting what I wanted despite the best efforts of trying to. I suddenly woke up fearing that one big leap. I woke up one morning realizing that I have lost the one thing that I always had in me: faith.

Faith in my self, faith in what I do, faith in what I can do - I always had it. Had.

Then, I got into a situation where I was forced to move and do something that was never in my plan. I got into something that was forced out of the situation because this what everyone around me told me - or at least, this is what the people that matter told me.

Just a few hours ago - before I sat and started this - my friend asked me (and I'll translate it just not to spoil the mood): "How long have you been there?"

And I said, "Seven months."

Then, it hit me.

Man, it's been seven months of being stuck, of doing what I  never really wanted. Seven months of what could've been the time I served for starting to fulfill my goals - or at least half of it.

Just saying that relieved me. Why?

Because yeah, I may not know what I want exactly but at least I know what I don't want.

Seven months of being scared of failures and I realized that I have failed merely because I haven't tried anything.

Early in my life, I have become a failure and for the first time, that sounded positive because yeah, it is still early in my life.

That gives me hope that maybe, I could get my life back on track. Like before.

The new year really hit me, like wrecking ball or truck or a door; it could be just a slap on the face but whatever. It's a quarter after two and the fact that I have been writing... means something.

This entry is not a blog of resolutions. I don't do resolutions because I don't intend of changing myself. This entry is about recollecting; re-gathering the person that I used to be because I know, that that person is the one who will fight to live another day.

I'm not being sentimental. I'm just sharing my thoughts.

Or maybe I am being sentimental.

And I love it because the old me, the person that I loved being, always had a thing for dramatics.

Yeah, I'm grinning like a fool right now because this could be  a sign.

I just came home from a night out with friends and yeah, aside from the new year, I guess, this night is the transition that I have been waiting for.
Transitions in life are usually marked by major events. Birthdays, graduations, weddings. But the greater transitions often come out of smaller moments. When we stop and look at where we are. Because each time we see how far we’ve come, we also see how far we still have to go.
Sniffing, I realized that I still have one hell of a way to go.

You know, the thing about me is that, I have always been lazy to change the things that I hate. But I have read from a friend's book, that it is about fear. Maybe, I was afraid of trying my hardest but still not succeeding.

But my word for 2012 is: move.

Just like what I have said, I have been stuck for seven months or eight and counting. That's seven months - or eight and counting - of not doing anything to change the situation. 


No, I am not going to say that this year, I'm going to achieve all my goals not because it is impossible but because it still one hell of a way.

Instead, I'm going to move because as one friend Tweeted, "the first step to getting somewhere is deciding that you aren't going to stay where you are."

I am not unhappy, just a little discontented.

There would always be that one moment when the stars would align and give you a sign that will say: the time is now.

I know, I preached myself once saying: hold on to sixteen as long as you can. Meaning, I told myself to slow down, not rush things because they come in good timing and timing is everything. You know, the "you're only young once" excuse and all the shit.

But I realized, that starting to move my feet from being stuck on the land I hate, is not rushing things.

I'm only young once and I can only do the things I love while I am young. So, yeah. I'm going to start taking my feet off the ground and back. I'll start moving or running.

It's a start, right?

Now.


Your time is limited, so don't waste it living someone else's life. Don't be trapped by dogma - which is living with the results of other people's thinking. Don't let the noise of other's opinions drown out your own inner voice. And most important, have the courage to follow your heart and intuition. They somehow already know what you truly want to become. Everything else is secondary.

- Steve Jobs
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