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How to know you have been wasting your life.

in the dustbin

Our life is a gift to us, what we do with it is our gift to the world. All the great people whose names we remember are people who have discovered the meaning to life, and work tirelessly to make their life worth living. This is the reason why their lives will continue to echo till the ends of the earth. It is easy to waste our life without even knowing it, hence for us to matter in life we have to take conscious and deliberate decisions in life to make an impact. I have come to discover that every decision we make in life either takes us closer to our goal; a life of significance in life, or takes us away from it. It is an abuse of existence to pass through this life unnoticed. George Bernard Shaw affirmed “what tragedy will it be, for us to climb the ladder of success only for us to reach the end and discover that it is leaning against the wrong wall”. That’s an exact description of a wasted life. So I’m going to list some factors or points that will help you discover how you have been wasting your life, but the good news is you can retrace your steps and start leading a productive life.

  1. You don’t plan the activities for the day before facing the day

In life it is easier to get caught up with so many meaningless activities, and we fall in to the deception and assume busyness equals productivity. There is a wide berth between busyness and productivity – one is left to chance, the other is systematically determined. So what happens is when you don’t plan your day before you face it, you keep floating around and you end up achieving less than 10% of what you were supposed to achieve for the day. You end up getting frustrated, because you put in all the work and you achieve less result. You know why? Because that energy is not used judiciously, trust me I’ve been there, but immediately I learnt how to take charge of my day I began to feel good about myself. I learnt the principle from a book written by John C. Maxwell, “Today matters”. He made an insightful statement in the book that stuck with me. He said “show me your 24hours and I can predict your future”. It might sound seemingly hostile but it is profoundly true. There is this exciting feeling you have when you know you’re in control of your day and the activities. So when you don’t plan your day, you’re gradually wasting your life.

  1. When you don’t have a self-development plan

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john wooden’s definition of success


Success is peace of mind which is a direct result of self-satisfaction in knowing you did your best to improve the present situation and leaving it better than you met it, and become the best you are capable of becoming.
John wooden



Words skillfully knitted like D.N.A threads

Each cluster carrying out its functions,

It heals, revives, and made whole.

If identity is in doubt it boast more of its function.

It settles all disputes, not like in the hood when it’s done by unloading the rifle.

Deep it in a sauce and it could pass for a meal,

bite, chew and grind all it does is to make it taste better.

Come get me I’m all yours.

Your words has held me captive.

Like an arrow piercing through a dartboard, it hits my soul.

They  said time heals all wounds, tempted to doubt, till your words healed my soul.

Dug the foundation, lay the blocks erect the wall, just like a mansion, your words built my life.

It sold me off like the slave to her master,

held heplessly by a blaster.

Those days you stood by me.

What more could I have asked for from a darling so real.

Walking through the dark,

Step by step, one two three,

the shadows clinched on me,

The shadows of your words,

The shadows of your care,

and of your promises.

Then the light came on, and you were gone.

Oh no! not the great beyond,

That could have been better

Yes I said it could have been better

But you were gone,

Gone back to meet your wife and kids

You told me we could make a good family

alas, this is just THE LIE WITHIN THE TRUTH.



Still I Rise

You may write me down in history 
With your bitter, twisted lies, 
You may tread me in the very dirt 
But still, like dust, I’ll rise. 

Does my sassiness upset you? 
Why are you beset with gloom? 
‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells 
Pumping in my living room. 

Just like moons and like suns, 
With the certainty of tides, 
Just like hopes springing high, 
Still I’ll rise. 

Did you want to see me broken? 
Bowed head and lowered eyes? 
Shoulders falling down like teardrops. 
Weakened by my soulful cries. 

Does my haughtiness offend you? 
Don’t you take it awful hard 
‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines 
Diggin’ in my own back yard. 

You may shoot me with your words, 
You may cut me with your eyes, 
You may kill me with your hatefulness, 
But still, like air, I’ll rise. 

Does my sexiness upset you? 
Does it come as a surprise 
That I dance like I’ve got diamonds 
At the meeting of my thighs? 

Out of the huts of history’s shame 
I rise 
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain 
I rise 
I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, 
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. 
Leaving behind nights of terror and fear 
I rise 
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear 
I rise 
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, 
I am the dream and the hope of the slave. 
I rise 
I rise 
I rise.

By Maya Angelou.