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Have you ever felt like you had a monkey on your back? A monkey that keeps on nagging, nagging, nagging, talking without stop, and making you crazy? I feel sometimes that like this. And when I listen to

“It is not that we have so little time but that we lose so much. ... The life we receive is not short but we make it so; we are not ill provided but use what we have wastefully.”― Lucius Annaeus Seneca,

There are times when the unexpected happen. You can't plan for everything. What you will do then? You can beat yourself up because you didn't respect your schedule. But at the same time, you have to face

It's hard to keep a schedule. Every time I open Google Calendar or a blank sheet of paper in my notebook, I'm so pumped up. I'm energetic and motivated, like the Duracell Bunny before a race. But then

In the "War of Art", Steven Pressfield talks at some point about the things that take control over you. They are your masters, regardless if you acknowledge them or not. These masters, combined

What if tomorrow never comes? Would you be satisfied with how you lived your life so far? If tomorrow never comes, would you be satisfied with how you lived your day? Most of the time, what we do today

Ever since I've read Jocko Willink's book "Discipline is freedom" I've love this concept. Discipline is one of the easiest things to do to improve your life. Everything can be done with a little

Laziness is a monster. Born out of fear of action. Born out of commodity, out of comfort. Laziness is a modern monster, born out of the marvelous inventions of our society. We have the technology, we have

A couple of years ago I was writing on Steemit daily. I didn't even realize when it become Hive. Job and life got in the way and I haven't managed to write anymore. But I've started a podcast this year.

Hello people, I've been missing from the area for a while, but I've been checking my account from time to time. When Hive forked from Steem, my delegations remained. And while on Steem I could find my

The randomness of life, between specks of dust gold and iron, rust. Time flies away, an old forgotten clock with a broken glass, stop it for a second, I hold it in my hand, like a piece of gold I found,

My path is filled with thorns and thistles, as I walk down my head is filled with whispers, my feet are scratched and are bleeding I can’t see anything because all is covered by fog, but I keep going on

I have this fire in my eyes, Fire in my heart, Burning down my path, Keeping me on track and keeping me alive, because day to day I strive, making my own way, trying everyday To better the man of yesterday.

a spot of red lipstick left on my shirt, reminded me of our first date, I bought you a bouquet of roses, it smelled just like your perfume that penetrated my pillow and, sometimes, I can still feel it

The quiet of the forest Is giving me peace and calm, I can hear the leaves falling The wind whispering through the trees, The trees dancing into the sweet concerto Of the branches that swing as the wind

I stand here, looking at the ceiling, looking how the thoughts come into being, looking how they come looking how the go, going in the sky, in the earth below, and I’m waiting here for the perfect thought,

Don’t think too much, Just do it, Don’t wait for for the perfect moment, These kind of moments don’t exist, Just do it. Don’t want to be prepared, you will never be, Just do it. Don’t wait to have everything

It’s been so long since I’ve pun the pen on paper. Well… I guess it’s better late than never. I take these breaks from time to time, to clear my mind, or so I think…. Every break’s taking me closer and

When I left home I didn’t look behind. I am out in the world, the world is mine. I left the nest, I spread my wings and roam the open sky, and yelled “The sky is mine!” This is the point of no return,

I’m tired of trying, my heart can’t take it anymore, I’m tired of waiting, I’ve waited too much. No more. too many times, I’ve spent looking at my phone, no reply, although the message you have saw. I’m