Not Bland Words

I passed several years to find out who I am and defining the purpose I existed because of it. Sometimes I was so exhausted as I couldn't find a pure reason. I was enjoying writing. Just no one read it. I started giving up and stuck. Why I did it? How I defined my self when introduced to a stranger? Lights full up dark thoughts. Someday when I came across the internet, I found a wondrous blog that was reviewing why we are fascinated in getting a precious plan to imitate. We need enjoying our journey in life. We need to wit with our fears and pains. There is no model to follow. We can create our own model. PS: Stop judging yourself. You have great skills, a great soul and a great heart just find your way to output it.

That's the bad news for you today. Somebody thinks that if he has willpower, he will bring all his goals. Other body thinks that if he is a talented person, all his dreams will come a true. It seems not right anymore. Your willpower is not enough. Your talent is overrated. Now, what should you do to make you a successful person? Only efforts can achieve great purposes. Initially, you have to make everything more clear. Stop setting vague goals like I want to be a good writer. Instead, say I want to grab attention to everyone who reads my words. Stop saying I want to be rich. Instead, say I want to occupy a suitable vacancy fits to me. Determine your priorities always works. At the beginning of each day, write down all to-do list. Start with the most important, and the urgent thing you must do right now after you finish something eliminate it.  You certainly feel very satisfied and proud. Try to do it and leave a comment to tell

When I started writing, my family didn't support me enough. They thought that I did was ridiculous and useless. They advised me to search for another career to make a living. However I believed in myself and I had a full faith that I had meaningful and worthy words, people must read it. I well remembered the scrapbook I put the first lines and the first story I wrote. It was a bout a train and the faces I met everyday I traveled from my home to the faculty. As long as, I loved staring at people and imagined the stories behind their smiles and  displeasure. After that , I became graduated and I started a new phase in my life to explore what I really wanted and found out my skills,  qualifications and the most important thing my passion. As the days pass, I would be sure 100% that my passion is writhing even if no body read it -like this blog- but I feel free, comfortable and very productive. I began with publishing small posts on my facebook page