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THE NECESSARY 1%






I think the poem Que Sera, Sera needs to be rewritten.


Why?


I have come to a realization that what will be will be if and only if you put in the necessary 1% that is expected of you.


You want to pass an exam. You skim through the surface of what you are to cover and conclude luckily, it's something you can achieve. Your thoughts have already drawn a simple step-by-step board on how you can achieve easy success. 


All you need to do is put in the required effort and voila! You have good grades flowing through all your scripts. However, as humans, certain things limit us.


The mind is the greatest.


Sometime last year, I joined a 30 day writing challenge. I wanted to improve my skill. Not because I felt like it. I realized that even if writing came easy to me, I was still lacking in some areas.


Prior to when I first saw the requirements of the challenge, I got cold feet. My first thought was how can this be? Writing for 30 days straight? Not possible!


My thought process was already derailing from an opportunity for me. Note that It's not easy to fight against the odds. 


You have to take the bull by its horns and pin it to the ground or else you become the bull itself and fall to your doom.


So I eventually gathered courage, and hopped on the challenge. I'm glad I did. It opened my eyes to my flaws, and gave insight on how to work on them. I'm still on a journey. I'll get there soon.


If I didn't put in the necessary 1% of my effort,I would have wallowed in a pool of regret which I tell you, is unhealthy and aggravating.




The necessary 1% differs. It could be you just adding salt to a food that is tasteless or you, preparing a dish from start to finish. 


It could be a push, it could be a pull.


When a car overheats, the right thing to do is stop the vehicle. Don't try driving or the engine can get affected.


But what if your car has little or limited fuel? You have two options. You could slow down and drive conservatively or park off the road.


Two different instances with somewhat similar and different efforts.


It means you have to be sensitive to what you need to put in to make things work and be diligent while at it.


Oh well, with the following points given, don't you think you should agree with my first statement?


Till next time,

D.









Comments

  1. First of all, the flier caught my attention. I love how simple and unique it is.

    Whatever will be will not be if you decide to sit on the fence๐Ÿ™ƒ.

    "You have to be sensitive to what you need to put in to make things work and be diligent while at it"...a very valid point.

    Thank you for this case.


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    1. Sitting on the fence never makes you part of the game and funny thing is, you'll be left out.

      I love that you love the flier๐Ÿ˜Š.

      Thank you for this constructive comment ๐Ÿ˜

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  2. Beautiful piece ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

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  3. Beautiful, I love this, gave me a little push fr keep it up

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  4. Nice piece, keep it up

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  5. I love this and im glad i went through it... Keep it up babe๐Ÿ’•

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    1. Happy you liked it.

      Thank you Alinco๐Ÿ˜Š

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  6. Beautiful piece. Keep it up Dese

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  7. The journey of a thousand miles begins with getting off your backside. Totally agree with you. Nice piece! I'd love to do the 30-day challenge too

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    1. Thank you Robert. It means a lot.

      If you could contact me through my mail, I'll be able to connect you to the organizers.

      emeasoadaeze@gmail.com

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