There are moments in life when you need to pause and redefine your priorities.
To get rid of stale excuses and get dressed in fresh resolutions.
A time of spring intrepidity and puerile translation to the world of the unpublished.
Back to being newcomer: Moving to new lands. Being a stranger once again.
Changing profession. Having the courage to be redefined.
Expanding the limits of who you believe to be.
Shattering your past selves, girded by habit, numbed by lack of boldness and faith.

DARing TO SAY: WHAT WAS IMPORTANT TO ME TEN YEARS AGO, TODAY IS OBSOLETE AMUSEMENT.

Redefine your values. And then your companies. Your hobbies. The books. The lands where to raise home, or which to leave behind to change the self and prevent it from clinging over time.

What are the priorities of my life?
I redefine them entirely, as if the hourglass was empty at the next instant.


Let us be ruthless with procastrination because death is certain. Yes, the finitude of this illusory self, to which we cling tightly, is the only infallible commitment we must assume.

Human brother: You must die when that uncertain moment ruthlessly stalks you, but not before time.

Being dead in life can be gloating about excuses for insufficiency of Purpose.

To be dead while alive is not to be encouraged for transformation:
For fear of reversing the misery of comfort and certainty
for an existence plagued by the uncomfortable question in search of meaning:
True affirmation of life.

Dying ahead of time is not daring to let go when it is time to.

It is the narrow vision of never considering long-term benefit: for oneself and for all.

To die is not to dare to forgive;

is to wait for the other to change by being lazy to take the trouble of changing oneself.

It is sleeping more than necessary for lack of motivation to serve.

It is hiding under the sheets out of fear of criticism.

It is to stop learning because of believing we already know everything. Or for fear of not being able to: Pride and cowardice numb more than death.

Letting time pass without having a guarantee of return.

Thinking the same way about the same issues as ten years ago.

Being trapped in an ideology, not loosening fixation.

When the complaints are proliferated and the appreciation and the rejoicing in the discourse diminishes. When the complaint does not dare to redefine itself in a statement followed by resolution. That to me is an untimely death.

Dare yourself.
I dare.
We dare to change.
Because change is anyway inevitable, and we have the freedom and the power to give it a good direction.


WHAT ARE THE FEARS THAT  ACT AS AN OBSTACLE FOR YOU TO DARE TO CHANGE?
WHAT FEARS HAVE YOU BEEN ABLE TO OVERCOME?

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