IT's Better to Practice a Little than Talk alot

I’m sure we all heard the sayings, “talk is cheap” and “put your money where your mouth is”. Some things are better left unsaid, if you not going to practice what you preach. As much as we don’t notice, people respond more positively towards what we do rather than say.
Why are we always so quick to say things, rather than do it? We waste too much time telling ourselves and other people what we want to do and going to do, but nothing gets done. There may be many reasons for this. It may be that we don’t have time, or we bound by unforeseen circumstances or we find ourselves trying to impress other people so that we may appear “witty” and ambitious. Some people hold your word against you if you say something but do nothing. We will be respected more once we actually do what we say. Everyone can say what they want or plan to do, but not everyone can actually execute it. Some of us want to do too much that we can’t do anything.
I choose rather to say nothing and as NIKE say it best, “Just Do It!

IT's A POOR IDEA TO LIE TO YOURSELF

Are we really that insecure, that we lie to ourselves? Why do we keep doing that? I’ll tell you why, because we keep comparing ourselves with the next person, even competing against them. We always try to impress people we don’t like. I always say if you fool yourself you fool the world.
We lie everyday to ourselves, whether we realise it or not. I honestly don’t believe in “white lies”. A lie is a lie. Some of us lie too much, so much it became a bad habit that formed part of our lifestyle. Some of us became so good at lying that we don’t feel guilty anymore. This is the danger however, because once, you are bound to lie the second time, leading you to lying all the time. Every time we lie to someone, we actually lie to ourselves. Most of us lie to protect ourselves from the unknown truth. Lying becomes a routine for some, causing us not to think before lying.
By lying all the time, we wake up in the morning a lie. We lose ourselves, we forget who we are, and we base our lives on lies. Our own lies control us; it controls the way we think and act.
Now let us all join hands and sing along to the lyrics of TLC: “Dear lie, you suck, you think you’ve got the best of me. You sick, you’re dumb, and you think you can fix anything. I’ve got your balls, won’t let you unnerve me, won’t let u control me, the truth will only free me and your lies won’t hurt no more. Get out of my mouth, get out of my head, get out of my life, and stop putting words in my head, you’re nothing but trouble. JUST GET OUT OF ME!”

DESIGNER PR

PR? Stop before you continue to drive in that direction. PR has made a U-turn. PR has become independent over the years; its functions have broadened to a great degree. It’s moved away from commerce and into design. PR is still underestimated, especially in the business world, but the table is about to turn I bet my fame on it. We the PR practitioners don’t need those marketing people to tell us what and how to do things; we can do it all our selves. We have the necessary required skills that are being sharpened everyday. PR is a designer now. PR practitioners are even more creative and skilful now, because we eager to learn new things everyday. We can design and we can create opportunities for ourselves with our innovative ideas. PR is exciting; we tend to intimate the rest of those who say they don’t need us, when we know you need us. We design what you think, we bring to life what you desire. We are intrigued by the world around us; we use every opportunity as an advantage to excel in PR and to reach the epitome of our career. Designer PR…Okay now you may proceed, that’s where we headed.

WE ARE WHAT WE DO

I am me and you are you and we are what we do. No, I’m not reciting a poem, can’t help it if it’s in me to rhyme now and then. Well, that’s because that’s just me, I’m unique just like everyone else. I believe that everyone on this earth was purposely designed. Everyone is different and does different things, no matter how the same it may seem. We may breathe the same air and bleed the same red blood, but yet we are all different. We all have different goals and dreams that we dare wish to fulfill, we all are talented and gifted even though some of us are still not sure what they are. I still believe there is a difference between one’s career and one’s passion. A career may put food on your table but your passion may fill the void in your soul, your life. Everyone has a passion that’s planted in their souls; we just need the right spark. What makes you happy? Do you know who you are? Have you found out what you love doing? If you have, then you are what you do.

WHAT IS THE COLOUR OF THE WIND

I struggled to fall asleep last night, the wind kept me up. It was so strong and angry, somewhat evil; you could swear the colour of the wind was black. Suddenly I began to fall in a deep slumber, I found myself standing in a forest. Tall trees surrounding me, autumn leaves slowly falling to the ground, caused by a slight wind, the wind was orange. I saw you standing from a distance, smiling so beautifully at me, looking up I saw the heavens open, sending a cool breeze of love down to where we were standing, the wind was red. You walked up to me, real closely, kissed my lips, so innocently, your breath was like the wind, it was white. She walked pass us, looked at us with pure envy in her dark eyes, she walked on. As she turned around the wind blew her hair across her face, the wind was green. Suddenly I woke up feeling happy, walked towards the open window, which I forgot to close last night. I carefully tilted my face outside the window and felt the wind against my face and smiled, I wonder what colour the wind is today?

WE ARE AFRAID OF THE WRONG THINGS

Be afraid….be very afraid…of what exactly? That’s my point, you keep telling me that, piss off and go scare, I mean go and try and scare someone else. I don’t have time to listen to your fears, I got a lot of challenges I need to conquer up ahead and yes I’m excited. I’m tired of people telling me to be careful for the most stupid things, just because they afraid of it. Don’t they have other things to be afraid of, like me hitting them in their mouth if they utter another word? I’ll give you an example, since you want one. Three years ago I dated some idiot that everyone warned me not to date. Yes, I also wondered why. Apparently I was supposed to be afraid, afraid of who, him? Afraid of what, to get my heart broken? We’ll yes, I got my heart broken but I wasn’t afraid to get it broken. Why should anyone be afraid to get their heart broken, well at least the first time round? We should stop living our lives in fear, because the things you fear the most shall come upon you. Yes I said it, someone has to say it. If you afraid, breathe it in and go into it and you’ll come out alive, well maybe. Let us not regret the things we did because of a fear of possible repetition, embrace each fear. Now go out there and do something every day that scares you.

NOT ALL WHO WONDER ARE LOST

There he goes, there she goes, I wonder where they headed. He looks happy, she looks, wait, I’m not too sure. She looks like she’s pretending to be okay, but the little tear drops that suddenly begins to form in her sad eyes is giving her game away, she seems lost. I’m standing on the bridge, watching them go there separate ways……Which way do I go now…?

Before I start to decide which way to go, I begin to ask myself, why I’m standing on this bridge, why does it feel as if I’m waiting on something or someone. The rain starts to pour, I’m somehow not bothered by this, I still continue to stand and wait…waiting on what?

Now it’s getting dark, I’m getting cold; I slowly turn around just to find no one around me, I begin to move forward. I’m looking left and right as if I’m waiting on a sign from the unknown. I close my eyes and begin to pray, “Which way do I go God?” I open my eyes and without thinking, I proceed left. I suddenly begin to walk quickly, I feel afraid, it’s dark, and I’m alone. This road seems long. Maybe I should’ve turned right, no no, no, I will not turn around now.

Suddenly I see a little light shinning brightly from a distance, I begin to run.
As I approach the light, I see a young man walking toward me with his hand out, as if he’s my saviour for the night. I halt and looked up to him and asked him who he was, he replied, “that’s not important right now, do not fear, not all who wonder are lost….”