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Beat the bitch at her own game

Life is sometimes one big brutal Cruella deVille. Gives you things very slowly, takes things away quickly and without warning too. But life is like that – and we have to learn to roll with the punches.


I’ve been using the same tagline for more than ten years now and despite the fact that…erm, I’ve contemplated more eloquent ones, I’ve decided not to change the tagline that I am using…which is….


Dreams make the soul, without the soul, the body is nothing. So live your dreams.


Everyone’s got to have some kind of dream, whether or not they realize it. Some dream of holidays in Miami, Florida. Some dream of driving a beamer. Some dream of owning a Nintendo Wii. Some dream of buying a new printer.


But some have bigger dreams…seemingly unreachable dreams. The road to smaller dreams is always easier and shorter…but dare you dream of bigger ones and dare you believe in yourself enough to believe that you will ONE FINE DAY realize that dream of yours?


I’m not going to post you one of those cliché stories that tells you of how the wheel wasn’t invented in one day or how people laughed when Bell (yes, my close friend Alexander Graham Bell…that Bell) told his friends and associates or investors that he would be able to invent something that allowed people to talk to each other without coming face to face.


But I’m going to REMIND you that big dreams are hard to reach and the bigger they are, they longer it will take. Do you have the emotional strength to persist?


Outside my new house, they’re building this new condo or townhouse or something. Every time I visit the place, I would stop and take a look at the workers – how the machines are perched precariously over the edge and how each of the workers send the huge hammers pounding the whathaveyounots into the ground, one by one.


It takes a long time to build a house, my friends. What more a dream…


If you have one, don’t let go too soon because remember….the closer you are to realizing your dream, the bigger the doubt, the stronger the urge to quit will be. 

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