it can get hard: here are 10 quotes that kept me going today

As expected, most of these quotes come from writers.

“be not afraid of life. Believe that life is worth living, and your belief will help create the fact.”

William James, Psychologist / Philosopher

“nothing that comes easy is a worth a dime. As a matter of fact, i never saw a football player make a tackle with a smile on his face. Never”

Woody Hayes, College Football Coach

“stick to your own story. It is the most important subject in history but it is one about which you are uniquely qualified to speak”

Evelyn Waugh, Writer

“don’t worry about people stealing your idea. If it’s original, you’ll have to ram it down their throats”

Howard Aiken, Computer Scientist

“keep away from people who try to belittle your ambitions. Small people always do that, but the really great make you feel that too, can become great”

Mark Twain, Writer

“do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion accepted was once eccentric.”

Betrand Russell, Mathematician / Philosopher

“laugh at yourself first before anyone else can.”

Elsa Maxwell, Socialite

“read at every wait; read at all hours; read within leisure; read in times of labor; read as one goes in; read as one goes out. The task of the educated mind is simply put: read to lead.”

Marcus Tullius, Roman Philosopher/ Statesman

“gamble everything for love, if you are a true human being.”

Rumi, Persian Poet / Mystic

“the important thing is not to stop questioning; curiosity has its own reason for existing. One cannot help but be in awe when contemplating the mysteries of eternity, of life, of the marvelous structure of reality. It is enough if one tries merely to comprehend a little of the mystery everyday. Never lose a holy curiosity.”

Albert Einstein, Physicist

Quoted from the book “Dance First Think Later” by Kathryn & Ross Petras

Before you want to stop doing what you do now, can i say something?

Talking about my entrepreneurial journey is not always rainbows and butterflies. Often, in fact, most of the times I feel like wherever I go, we always hit myself to walls. There’s no way getting in through. I am stuck. That’s exactly what I feel now. My creativity hits to the dead ends, no new ideas are coming. Have you ever felt the same way?

Enjoy the process they say, I do enjoy the process but sometimes my human-self wants to convert back to feel human. The one that able to feel frustrated. I have been committed and would love to keep doing so but there’s no more ideas coming out of my brain. What should I do? When the deadlines is right in front of my eyes, I feel handcuffed, unable to create.

So I kept pushing those walls. In hopes that my ordinary strength will eventually break those walls. Then I think again about the power of water drops. They are ordinary nor that we think have some supernatural power to break anything solid. Yet their persistence eventually break solid rock into halves.

No one is starting out right or strong yet the persistency and the intention of not giving up will be eventually paid off. You and I are not too late. We are in our own journey walking in our own pace. Fuck the world that always asks us to rush things, they don’t even know us.

For those who are in the midst of struggle and giving up, you hold the power to remain going or to stop. It’s completely up to you. You know your values, strength and weakness. But I want to tell you that the path you choose now is hard but it’s worth every sweat and tears. No one can do this better than you. Take a rest if you need one, it’s okay to feel not okay for the moment. Then when you recover, let the your strong-self to take over. She will take you to places you have never been before.

I’m Not Enough.

I just came back from a night out with my friends. Slightly intoxicated, I decided to go to the room where I know you were already there. Thank God the alcohol overcame my fear of walking up those stairs. I was worried that you would forget how it feels between us. I knew it was only a month we were a part but that was more than enough to make us into ‘almost strangers’. At least that was what I thought. I quietly opened the door and saw you sleeping on the other side of the bed. I tipped toe to the shower, quickly washed off the cigarette smell or maybe a few spills of someone else’s drink. I didn’t quite remember. I kept the room dark. Not that I didn’t want to wake you up but I didn’t want you to see me. Somehow I felt so insecure. I still feel I wasn’t enough for anyone, not even for you to keep.

Writing as a Form of Travel

Writing I think is one of the best forms to express myself with less bias around, especially in terms of physical attractiveness.

I can contribute without worrying about my nationalities, how do I look or even without worrying to act or dress a certain way to show confidence. No one knows who I am nor that I know you but I have never felt so connected. I never knew I matter.

Writing gives me a sense of travel although my physical body is strapped within space and time. I thought I have traveled far but my writing travels beyond countries’ borders. It doesn’t matter anymore if I am from a developed country or a developing country, that kind of system doesn’t define me as an individual. It doesn’t define me intellectually

I can’t thank you enough and I am so honored to be a part of this community. The only thing I regret is I didn’t start earlier