6 Mistakes That Smart People Never Make Twice

by Piyush Sharma

 

Everybody makes mistakes, as it is only human. But there are a very few among us who actually learn from our mistakes. The first step is to accept your mistake and make peace with it, and only then can you expect yourself to make a change.

This is what celebrated author Paulo Coelho has to say on repeating your mistakes,  “When you repeat a mistake, it is not a mistake anymore: it is a decision.”

Here are few mistakes that smart people never make twice, something that the rest of us can learn from:

1. Repeating The Same Mistake Again & Again And Expecting Different Results

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As the founder of Amazon, Jeff Bezos has said, “If you double the number of experiments you do per year, you are going to double your inventiveness.”

You cannot get a different result if you put the same constants in the same equation. If you know smoking or drinking is making your health worse, then you need to quit it and not keep dreaming about quitting someday. If you want to change the end result, you need to change the input as well.

2. Spending Over The Budget

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Your friends might be planning a trip, but if you join them even though it is out of your budget, then you are in trouble. You might be having a serious problem of always being in debt. In simple words, you need to learn how to live under your means. Smart people never make that mistake twice. If they know skipping a latte can help them save Rs. 6,000 a year, then they will save it and will take the advantage of an opportunity of investing when it knocks on their door.

3. Losing Sight Of The Ultimate Goal

It is easy to lose sight of the big picture when you get busy in the daily schedule of your work life. You may skip working hard once in a while, come late to office or take a leave without informing on time. These could be some of the factors that may be taken into account at the time of your appraisals. Now, maybe getting a 50 percent raise this year was your particular goal but you lost the motivation to chase down the dream somewhere in between.

4. Playing The Victim

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Take this particular relationship for instance. A partner in a relationship always acts as a victim and another one acts as the one who is given the responsibility to solve his partners’ problem. Do you think this relationship can thrive? Can someone solve your problems for you? No. The person who is trying to solve the problem in such situations often fails, as he is doing it for the sake of being acceptable or liked in favor of solving that problem.

After learning a lesson the hard way, smart people do not indulge in such a relationship or consider using such metrics to measure their happiness.

5. Trying To Be Someone Else Or Being A People Pleaser

Everyone knows that it is practically impossible to make everyone happy, also that it is a toxic practice. However, smart people know the importance of authenticity and very rarely change their behavior for the sake of pleasing the ones before them. The more authentic your behavior is, you’ll find yourself in a better circle of people who respect you.

For example, in Russia, people often speak out what they have in mind and not what they are expected to say, as per the culture followed in western countries. They prefer keeping it straight and honest, even if it sounds rude at first. They believe in speaking their mind and not what others want to hear. Now, you might be thinking how does that help them? Shouldn’t one be always polite? Well, such a level of honesty helps them in developing trust. They don’t tend to fake it just to be liked.

6. Trying To Change Someone Else

Smart people are fully aware that no one can change them besides themselves, nor do they possess the ability to bring about a major change in someone else.

 

 

We and the critics

I am convinced that most of you also feel hurt when someone criticizes your work. Don’t take critics too seriously. They don’t have the power to make (or to avoid) someone buying a book, a CD, or to go to an exhibition. Don’t give them the importance they don’t have. They are trying to make a living, and that’s all.

If I did not manage to convince you, please read the comments below:

Do what you feel in your heart to be right, for you’ll be criticized anyway. ~ Anna Eleanor Roosevelt

A successful person is one who can lay a firm foundation with the bricks that others throw at him or her. ~ David Brinkley

A painting in a museum probably hears more foolish remarks than anything else in the world. ~ Edmond and Jules De Goncourt

To escape criticism — do nothing, say nothing, be nothing. ~ Elbert Hubbard

It isn’t what they say about you, it’s what they whisper. ~ Errol Flynn

If criticism had any power to harm, the skunk would be extinct by now. ~ Fred Allen

Don’t be afraid of opposition. Remember, a kite rises against, not with, the wind. ~ Hamilton Mabie

Before you criticize people, you should walk a mile in their shoes. That way, when you criticize them, you’re a mile away. And you have their shoes. ~ JK Lambert

A negative judgment gives you more satisfaction than praise, provided it smacks of jealousy. ~ Jean Baudrillard

I have always been very fond of them (drama critics) . . . I think it is so frightfully clever of them to go night after night to the theatre and know so little about it. ~ Noel Coward

Sticks and stones are hard on bones, aimed with angry art,
Words can sting like anything but silence breaks the heart.
~ Phyllis McGinley

A fly, Sir, may sting a stately horse and make him wince; but one is but an insect, and the other is a horse still. ~ Samuel Johnson

If any human being earnestly desire to push on to new discoveries instead of just retaining and using the old; to win victories over Nature as a worker rather than over hostile critics as a disputant; to attain , in fact, clear and demonstrative knowlegde instead of attractive and probable theory; we invite him as a true son of Science to join our ranks. ~Sir Francis Bacon

Critics are like eunuchs in a harem; they know how it’s done, they’ve seen it done every day, but they’re unable to do it themselves. ~ Brendan Francis Behan

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HIPPIE – primeiro capítulo

Em setembro de 1970, dois locais disputavam o privilégio de ser considerados o centro do mundo: Picadilly Circus, na Inglaterra, e o Dam, em Amsterdã. Mas nem todo mundo sabia disso: se perguntassem à maior parte das pessoas, elas teriam respondido: “a Casa Branca, nos EUA, e o Kremlin na URSS”. Porque essas pessoas se informavam por jornais, televisão, rádio, meios de comunicação já completamente ultrapassados e que jamais voltariam a ter a relevância que tiveram quando foram inventados.

Em setembro de 1970, as passagens de avião eram caríssimas, o que permitia apenas a uma elite viajar. Bem, não é exatamente assim: uma multidão imensa de jovens, que os antigos meios de comunicação se concentravam apenas no aspecto externo: cabelos longos, roupas coloridas, que não tomavam banho (o que era uma mentira, mas os jovens não liam jornais, e os adultos acreditavam em qualquer notícia capaz de insultar aqueles que consideravam uma “ameaça para a sociedade e os bons costumes”), que ameaçavam uma geração inteira de moços e moças estudiosos procurando vencer na vida com seus péssimos exemplos de libertinagem e “amor livre” como gostavam de dizer com desprezo. Pois bem, essa multidão cada vez mais numerosa de jovens tinha um sistema de divulgar noticias que ninguém, absolutamente ninguém, conseguia detectar.

Entretanto, o “Correio Invisível” estava pouco ligando para divulgar e comentar o novo modelo da Volkswagen ou os novos tipos de sabão em pó que acabara de ler lançado no mundo inteiro. Suas notícias resumiam-se a qual seria a próxima grande trilha a ser percorrida por aqueles jovens insolentes, sujos, praticantes de “amor livre” e usando roupas que nenhuma pessoa de bom gosto seria capaz de vestir. As meninas com seus cabelos em trança coberto de flores e suas saias longas, blusas coloridas sem nenhum sutiã para esconder os seios, colares de todo tipo de cores e contas; os rapazes com cabelos e barba sem cortar a meses, usando jeans desbotados e rasgados de tanto uso, porque jeans eram caros em toda parte do mundo, exceto nos EUA – onde tinham deixado o gueto dos trabalhadores de fábrica e agora eram vistos nos gigantescos concertos em San Francisco e arredores.
O “Correio Invisível” existia porque as pessoas estavam sempre nesses concertos, trocando ideia sobre onde deveriam se encontrar, como podiam descobrir o mundo sem entrar em um ônibus de turismo onde um guia ia descrevendo as paisagens enquanto as pessoas mais jovens se entediavam e os velhos dormiam. E assim, através do chamado boca-a-boca, todos no mundo sabiam onde seria o próximo concerto ou a próxima grande trilha a ser percorrida. E não existiam limites financeiros para ninguém, porque o autor preferido de todos desta comunidade não era nem Platão nem Aristóteles, nem os comics de alguns desenhistas que haviam ganhado o status de celebridade. O grande livro, que praticamente ninguém viajava para o velho continente sem ele, chamava-se Europa a 5 dólares por dia. Nele todos podiam saber onde se hospedar, o que ver, onde comer e onde eram os pontos de encontro e os lugares onde se podia assistir música ao vivo sem gastar praticamente nada.

O único erro do Frommer foi ter, na época, limitado seu guia à Europa. Não existiam outros lugares interessantes, por acaso? As pessoas não estavam mais dispostas a ir para a Índia do que para Paris? Frommer corrigiria tal falha alguns anos depois, mas enquanto isso o “Correio Invisível” se encarregou de promover uma rota na América do Sul, em direção à ex-cidade perdida de Machu Picchu, alertando a todos que não comentassem muito com quem não conhecia a cultura hippie, ou em breve o lugar seria invadido por bárbaros com suas máquinas fotográficas e as extensas explicações (rapidamente esquecidas) de como um bando de índios haviam criado uma cidade tão bem escondida que só poderia ser descoberta do alto – algo que eles julgavam incapaz de acontecer, porque homens não voam.
Sejamos justos: existia um segundo e imenso best-seller, não tão popular como o livro do Frommer, mas que era consumido por gente que já tinha vivido sua fase socialista, marxista, anarquista, todas terminando em uma profunda desilusão com o sistema inventado por aqueles que diziam que era “inevitável a tomada do poder pelos trabalhadores no mundo inteiro.” Ou que “a religião é o ópio do povo”, provando que quem dissera frase tão estúpida não entendia de povo e muito menos de ópio. Porque entre as coisas que os jovens malvestidos, roupas diferentes, sem tomar banho etc. acreditavam era em Deus, deuses, deusas, anjos e coisas do tipo. O único problema é que tal livro, chamado O despertar dos mágicos de autoria de dois autores, o francês Louis Pawels e russo Jacques Bergier – matemático, ex-espião, pesquisador incansável de ocultismo, que dizia exatamente o contrário: o mundo está composto de coisas interessantíssimas, existem alquimistas, magos, cátaros, templários, e outras palavras que faziam com que nunca fosse um grande sucesso de livraria, porque um exemplar era lido por – no mínimo – dez pessoas, dado a seu custo exorbitante. Enfim, Machu Picchu estava no livro, e todos queriam ir até lá, no Peru, e ali estavam jovens do mundo inteiro (bem, do mundo inteiro é um pouco de exagero, porque os que viviam na URSS não tinham assim tanta facilidade em sair dos seus países).

Mas enfim, voltando ao assunto: jovens de todos os lugares do mundo, que conseguiam pelo menos um bem inestimável chamado “passaporte”, encontravam-se nas chamadas “trilhas hippie”. Ninguém sabia exatamente o que a palavra “hippie” queria dizer, e isso não tinha a menor importância. Talvez seu significado fosse “uma grande tribo sem líder” ou “marginais que não assaltam”, ou todas as descrições já feitas logo na abertura deste capítulo.
Os passaportes, estas pequenas cadernetas fornecidas pelo governo, colocados em uma bolsa presa na cintura junto com o dinheiro (pouco ou muito era irrelevante) tinham duas finalidades. A primeira, como todos sabemos, era poder atravessar fronteiras – desde que os guardas não se deixassem levar pelas notícias que liam, e resolvessem mandar a pessoa de volta porque não estavam acostumados com aquelas roupas e aqueles cabelos e aquelas flores e aqueles colares e aquelas miçangas e aqueles sorrisos de quem parecia estar em um constante estado de êxtase – normalmente, mas injustamente, atribuídos às drogas demoníacas que, dizia a imprensa, os jovens consumiam em quantidades cada vez maiores.

A segunda função do passaporte era livrar seu portador de situações extremas – quando o dinheiro acabava por completo e ele não tinha a quem recorrer. O tal “Correio Invisível” sempre fornecia a informação necessária dos locais onde ele poderia ser vendido. O preço variava de acordo com o país: um passaporte da Suécia, onde todos eram louros, altos e de olhos claros, valia muito pouco – já que só poderia ser revendido a louros, altos, de olhos claros, e esses geralmente não estavam na lista dos mais requisitados. Mas um passaporte do Brasil valia uma fortuna no mercado paralelo – já que o Brasil, além de louros, altos e de olhos claros, também tem negros altos e baixos de olhos escuros, orientais de olhos rasgados, mulatos, índios, árabes, judeus, enfim, um imenso caldo de cultura que terminava resultando em um dos mais cobiçados documentos do planeta.
Uma vez vendido o passaporte, o portador original ia até o consulado do seu país e, fingindo terror e depressão, dizia que tinha sido assaltado e que roubaram tudo – estava sem dinheiro e sem passaporte. Os consulados de países mais ricos ofereciam passaporte e passagem grátis de volta ao país, o que era imediatamente rejeitado, sob a alegação de que “alguém está me devendo uma boa quantia, preciso antes receber o que é meu”. Os países pobres, normalmente baixo a severos sistemas de governo, nas mãos de militares, faziam uma verdadeira enquete para ver se o requerente não estava na lista de “terroristas” procurados por subversão. Uma vez que constatavam que a moça (ou o rapaz) tinha ficha limpa, eram obrigados, contra a vontade, a fornecer o documento. Nem sequer ofereciam passagem de volta, porque não havia interesse em ter aquelas aberrações influenciando uma geração que estava sendo educada respeitando Deus, a família e a propriedade.

 

Voltando às trilhas: depois de Machu Picchu foi a vez de Tiahuanaco, na Bolívia. Em seguida, Lhasa, no Tibete, onde era muito difícil de entrar porque havia, segundo o “Correio Invisível”, uma guerra entre os monges e os soldados chineses. Claro que era difícil imaginar esta guerra, mas todo mundo acreditava e não iria arriscar uma longuíssima viagem apenas para terminar prisioneiro dos monges ou dos soldados.

Finalmente os grandes filósofos da época – Lennon, McCartney, Harrison e Starr –  que justamente haviam se separado em abril daquele ano – anunciaram que a grande sabedoria do planeta estava na Índia. Foi o bastante para que jovens do mundo inteiro se dirigissem ao país em busca de sabedoria, conhecimento, gurus, votos de pobreza, iluminação, encontro com o My Sweet Lord.
O “Correio Invisível”, porém, avisou que o grande guru dos Beatles, Maharishi Mahesh Yogi, havia tentado seduzir e ter relações sexuais com Mia Farrow, uma atriz que no decorrer dos anos tivera sempre experiências amorosas infelizes, e tinha ido para a Índia a convite dos Beatles, possivelmente para curar-se dos traumas relacionado à sexualidade que parecia persegui-la como um carma ruim.
Mas tudo indica que o carma de Mia Farrow iria também viajar para o mesmo lugar, junto com John, Paul, George e Ringo. Segundo ela, estava meditando na caverna do grande guru quando ele a agarrou e tentou forçá-la a ter relações sexuais. A essa altura, Ringo já tinha voltado para a Inglaterra porque a mulher detestava comida indiana, e Paul também resolveu abandonar o retiro, convencido que aquilo não o estava levando a lugar nenhum.
Apenas George e John permaneciam no templo de Maharishi quando Mia chegou até eles, em lágrimas, e contou o que tinha acontecido. Imediatamente os dois arrumaram suas malas e, quando o Iluminado veio perguntar o que estava acontecendo, a resposta de Lennon foi contundente:
“Se você é tão f*** iluminado, você sabe muito bem”

Ora, em setembro de 1970 as mulheres dominavam o mundo – melhor dizendo, as jovens hippies dominavam o mundo. Os homens andavam de lá para cá sabendo que o que as seduzia não era a moda – elas eram muito melhores que eles no assunto -, de modo que resolveram aceitar de uma vez por todas que eram dependentes, viviam com o ar de abandono e o pedido implícito de “proteja-me, estou sozinho e não consigo encontrar ninguém, acho que o mundo me esqueceu e o amor me abandonou para sempre” . Elas escolhiam seus machos e nunca pensavam em casar, apenas em passar um bom e divertido tempo com um intenso e criativo sexo. E, tanto em coisas importantes como superficiais e irrelevantes, a última voz era mesmo delas. Portanto, quando o “Correio Invisível” espalhou a notícia do assédio sexual de Mia Farrow e da frase de Lennon, imediatamente decidiram mudar de rota.
Outra trilha hippie foi criada: de Amsterdã (Holanda) até Kathmandu (Nepal), em um ônibus que custava aproximadamente 100 dólares, e atravessava países que deviam ser muito interessantes: Turquia, Líbano, Iran, Iraque, Afeganistão, Paquistão e parte da Índia (bem longe do templo de Maharishi, diga-se de passagem). A viagem demorava três semanas e percorria um número infinito de quilômetros.

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Karla estava sentada no Dam perguntando quando o sujeito que deveria acompanhá-la nesta mágica aventura (segundo ela, claro) ia chegar. Abandonara seu emprego em Rotterdam, que estava a apenas à uma hora de trem, mas como precisava economizar cada centavo, viera de carona e a viagem demorara quase um dia. Descobrira a viagem de ônibus para o Nepal em uma das dezenas de jornais alternativos que eram feitos com muito suor, amor e trabalho por gente que achava ter algo a dizer para o mundo, e em seguida vendidos por uma quantia insignificante.
Depois de uma semana esperando, começou a ficar nervosa. Tinha abordado uma dezena de rapazes vindos do mundo inteiro, interessados apenas em ficar ali, naquela praça sem o menor atrativo além de um monumento em forma de falo, o que pelo menos deveria estimular a virilidade e a coragem. Mas não; nenhum deles estava disposto a ir para lugares tão desconhecidos.
Não se tratava de distância: a maioria era dos EUA, América Latina, Austrália e outros países que exigiam dinheiro para as passagens caríssimas de avião e muitos postos de fronteira onde poderiam ser barrados e ter que voltar para seus países de origem sem conhecer uma das duas capitais do mundo. Chegavam ali, sentavam-se na praça sem graça, fumavam marijuana, alegravam-se porque podiam fazer isso sob a vista de policiais, e começavam a ser literalmente sequestrados por seitas a cultos que abundavam na cidade. Esqueciam pelo menos por algum tempo o que viviam escutando: meu filho você tem que ir para a universidade, cortar esse cabelo, não envergonhe seus pais porque os outros (os outros?) vão dizer que lhe demos uma péssima educação, isso que você escuta NÃO é música, já é hora de arranjar um trabalho, ou veja o exemplo do seu irmão (ou irmã) que mesmo mais jovem que você já tem dinheiro suficiente para sustentar seus prazeres e não precisam pedir nada para nós.
Longe da eterna ladainha da família, eram agora pessoas livres, e a Europa era um lugar seguro (desde que não se aventurassem a atravessar a famosa Cortina de Ferro, “invadindo” um país comunista), e eles estavam contentes, porque em viagem se aprende tudo que irá ser necessário para o resto da vida, desde que não precisem explicar isso aos pais.
“Meu pai, eu sei que você quer que eu tenha um diploma, mas isso eu posso ter a qualquer momento da vida, o que preciso agora é experiência”.
Não havia pai que entendesse esta lógica, e só restava mesmo juntar algum dinheiro, vender alguma coisa, e sair de casa quando eles estavam dormindo.
Tudo bem, Karla estava cercada de pessoas livres e determinadas a viver coisas que a maioria não estava tendo coragem de viver. Mas por que não ir de ônibus para Kathmandu? Porque, respondiam, não é Europa. É completamente desconhecida para nós. Se acontecer alguma coisa, sempre podemos ir até o consulado e pedir para sermos repatriados (Karla não conhecia um só caso onde isso tinha ocorrido, mas era a lenda e a lenda vira verdade quando é muito repetida).

No quinto dia esperando aquele que ela iria designar como seu “acompanhante”, começou a ficar desesperada – estava gastando dinheiro em um dormitório, quando podia facilmente dormir no Magic Bus (esse era o nome oficial do ônibus de 100 dólares e milhares de quilômetros). Resolveu entrar no consultório de uma vidente onde passava sempre antes de ir para o Dam. A vidente, como sempre, estava vazia – em setembro de 1970 todo mundo tinha poderes paranormais, ou os estavam desenvolvendo. Mas Karla era uma mulher prática e, embora também meditasse todos os dias e estivesse convencida que havia começado a desenvolver sua terceira visão – um ponto invisível que fica entre os olhos -, até o momento só tinha encontrado rapazes errados, mesmo que sua intuição garantisse que eram certos.
Portanto, resolveu apelar para a vidente, sobretudo porque aquela espera sem fim (já se haviam passado quase uma semana, uma eternidade!) a estava levando a considerar seguir adiante com uma companhia feminina, o que podia ser um suicídio, sobretudo porque atravessariam muitos países onde duas mulheres sozinhas seriam no mínimo mal vistas e, na pior das hipóteses, segundo sua avó, terminariam sendo vendidas como “escravas brancas”.

 

17 de abril: ebook      

28 de abril: livro físico

 

 

Parents and children

When I was young, my parents sent me to a mental institution three times ( 1966, 1967, 1968). The reasons in my medical files are banal. It was said that I was isolated, hostile and miserable at school. I was not crazy but I was rather just a 17-year-old who really wanted to become a writer. Because no one understood this, I was locked up for months and fed with tranquilizers. The therapy merely consisted of giving me electroshocks. I promised to myself that one day I would write about this experience, so young people will understand that we have to fight for our own dreams from a very early stage of our lives.

When I realeased “Veronika decides to die”, a book that was a metaphor of my experience in a lunatic asylum, the press started asking me if I forgave my parents. In fact, I did not need to forgive them, because I never blamed them for what happened. From their own point-of-view, they were trying to help me to get the discipline necessary to accomplish my deeds as an adult, and to forget the “dreams of a teenager” .

Khalil Gibran has an excellent text about parents and children:

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let our bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

 

Lessons I learned

By Ozzy Etomi

One of the stunning books that changed my life is “Manuscript Found In Accra” by Paul Coehlo. It was recommended to me by an awesome friend, and every now and again, I read my highlighted excerpts to refresh my mind on these amazing life lessons. I, like many others, fell in love with ‘The Alchemist’ many moons ago, but it was this book that truly took my breath away. It felt like I was having a conversation with my soul.

I decided to take a breather today and share them with you:

Seek friends and allies among people who believe in what they are doing and in who they are. Because friendship is one of the many faces of love and love is not swayed by opinions; Love accepts its companion unconditionally and allows each to grow in their own way.”

“People who seek only success rarely find it: for it is not an end, but a consequence. It is the fruit of a seed you have lovingly planted.”

“Avoid those who believe they are stronger than you, because they are actually concealing their own fragility.”

“Avoid those who seek friends in order to maintain a certain social status or to open doors they would not otherwise be able to approach. Stay close to those who are interested in opening only one important door: the door to your heart. They will never invade your soul without your consent or shoot a deadly arrow through that open door.”

“Avoid those who talk a great deal before acting, those who never take a step without being quite sure what it will bring them.”

“Stay close to those who, when you make a mistake, never said : “I would have done it differently”. They did not make that particular mistake, and are in no position to judge”

“Stay close to those who are not afraid to be vulnerable, because they have confidence in themselves and know that, at some point in our lives, we all stumble; they do not interpret this as a sign of weakness, but of humanity.”

“Blessed are those who do not fear solitude, who are not afraid of their own company, who are not always desperately looking for something to do, something to amuse themselves with, something to judge.

If you are never alone, you cannot know yourself.
And if you do not know yourself, you will begin to fear the void.”

“We are used to thinking that what we give is the same as what we receive, but people who love, expecting to be loved in return, are wasting their time.
Love is an act of faith, not an exchange.”

“We forget everything we are taught about love, because each new encounter brings its own agonies and its own ecstasies”

“In a desperate attempt to give meaning to life, many turn to religion, because a struggle in the name of faith is always a justification for some grand action that could transform the world. “We are doing God’s work”, they tell themselves. And they become devout followers, then evangelists, then finally fanatics. But they don’t understand that religion was created in order to share the mystery and to worship, not to oppress or convert others”

“Don’t allow your wounds transform you into someone you’re not”

I hope these words leave you feeling inspired, encouraged & reassured.

21 inspiring Paulo Coelho Quotes for Entrepreneurs

Posted by P. Charitha

Paulo Coelho, the Brazilian lyricist and novelist is best known for his widely translated novel The Alchemist. A successful writer with the highest number of social media followers reaching over 29.5 million fans through his Facebook page and 12.2 million followers on Twitter, he uploaded his personal papers online to create a virtual Paulo Coelho Foundation.
Check out these inspiring quotes from his Blog which will motivate and keep you going steady in your entrepreneurial journey! We start with this quote.
“Fortunate are those who take the first Steps.”
So pat yourself on the back and move forward with your new idea and start the journey!

Believe in your Dreams
 “People are capable at any time in their lives of doing what they dream of.”
“One day you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted to do. Do it now.”
“You are what you believe yourself to be.”
“When you want something, the entire universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”
And
“Miracles only happen if you believe in miracles.”
When you Fail
“Never give up.”
“There is only one thing that makes a dream impossible to achieve: the fear of failure.”
“You drown not by falling into a river, but by staying submerged in it.”
“Don’t give in to your fears, if you do, you won’t be able to talk to your heart.”
Keep the positivity Flowing
“When you are enthusiastic about what you do, you feel this positive energy. It’s very simple.”
“If you want to be successful, you must respect one rule: never lie to yourself.”
“It’s the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.”
It’s not an easy Journey
“Sometimes you have to travel a long way to find what is near.”
“Be brave. Take risks. Nothing can substitute experience.”
“When you find your path, you must not be afraid. You need to have sufficient courage to make mistakes. Disappointment, defeat, and despair are the tools God uses to show us the way.”
Take that Risk
“You have to take risks. We will only understand the miracle of life fully when we allow the unexpected to happen.”
“A life without cause is a life without Effect.”
In those many moments of ups and downs where you have been told that it’s too risky or it’s not worth all the trouble & money keep fighting for your dream  because if you :
“Fight for your dreams and your dreams will fight for you.”
“If you think adventure is dangerous, try routine: it is lethal.”

Reality

Ideal Conditions

The ideal conditions that you are looking for don’t exist. We shall never be able to get rid of certain defects. The trick is to know that despite all your flaws you are an extraordinary person.

Yes, you know very well but try to go beyond the limits that you are used to – for ten minutes a day – be that person you have always wanted to be. If the problem is shyness, stimulate conversation. If the problem is guilt, feel approved. If you think that the world ignores you, try consciously to attract everyone’s looks. You will experience the occasional difficult situation, but it’s worth it.

If for ten minutes a day you can manage to be what you dreamed, you are already making great progress.

(translated by Jane Stewart )

 

 

10 sec read: The missing brick

Once, when my wife and I were traveling, I received a fax from my secretary.

‘When they delivered the material, there was one glass brick missing for the work on the kitchen renovation,’ she said.
‘I’m sending you the original plan as well as the plan the builder has come up with to compensate for it.’

On the one hand was the design my wife had made: harmonious lines of bricks with an opening for ventilation.
On the other hand was the plan drawn up to resolve the problem of the missing brick: a real jigsaw puzzle in which the glass squares were arranged in a higgledy-piggledy fashion that defied aesthetics.

‘Just buy another brick,’ wrote my wife. And so they did and thus stuck to the original design.

That afternoon, I thought for a long time about what had happened; how often, for the lack of one brick, we completely distort the original plan of our lives.

20 SEC READING The kingdom of this world

EN ESPANOL CLICAR AQUI> El reino de este mundo
EM PORTUGUES CLICAR AQUI> O reino deste mundo

Illustration by Ken Crane
An old hermit was once invited to visit the court of the most powerful king of those times.

– I envy such a saintly man, who is content with so little – said the ruler.

– I envy Your Majesty, who is content with even less than I – responded the hermit.

– How can you say such a thing, when this entire country belongs to me? – said the offended king.

– For precisely that reason. I have the music of the celestial spheres, I have the rivers and mountains of the whole world, I have the moon and the sun, because I have God in my soul.

“Your Majesty, on the other hand, has only this kingdom.”

 

 

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20 SEC READING: appointment in Bokhara

EN ESPANOL: Encuentro en Bokara
EN PORTUGUES: Encontro em Bokara
 

A merchant asked his servant to go to the market to buy some pieces of cloth.

Upon reaching the market, the servant saw his own Death shopping at the store near him.

Terrified, he ran back to the merchant’s house.
“I have to leave now, “he said, almost crying. “I saw my death this morning in the market, and I have to escape. I will go to Bokhara, my village, to spend the weekend there. ”

The merchant accepts the plea of the servant, but is wary. He decides to go to the market, where he finds the Death of the servant.

“Wow, you frightened my employee,” said the merchant.

“He also frightened me ” replied Death. “I never expected to find him around here as I have an appointment with him in Bokhara. ”

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(taken from a short story by John O’Hara, and translated by Priya Sher)

The three editions

The monk Tetsugen had a dream: to publish a book in Japanese, containing all the sacred verses.
Determined to transform this dream into reality, he began to travel the country in order to raise the necessary money.

However, just as he had managed to get together enough money to begin work on the project, the river Uji flooded, provoking a catastrophe of gigantic proportions.
When he saw the victims of the flood, Tetsugen resolved to spend all the money he had collected on relieving the sufferings of the people.

Afterwards, he resumed his struggle to make his dream come true: he went from door to door, he visited the various islands of Japan, and once more he managed to raise the money he needed.
When he returned, exultant, to Edo, a cholera epidemic was sweeping the country. Again, the monk used the money to treat the sick and to help the families of the dead.

Undeterred, he returned to his original project. He set off again and, nearly twenty years later, he published seven thousand copies of the sacred verses.

They say that Tetsugen actually published three separate editions of the sacred texts.

But the first two are invisible.

Saint Joseph’s Day

St joseph

 

PORTUGUES Faze Senhor, que o trabalho nos purifique 

ITALIANO Preghiera a San Giuseppe

ESPANOL Glorioso San José

FRANÇAIS Saint Joseph, priez pour nous

 

I will be with my wife in a small village, and I will pray at 8:30 PM the prayer below. Plase fell free to join me in this prayer, or – what is better –  to find one in your mother tongue and to pray on your  time zone. Let’s cover this planet with positive energy!

You can go to the search here in my blog, and find the previous celebrations (and prayers)
May St. Joseph bless your family and your work

Glorious St. Joseph
model of all who are devoted to labor,
obtain for me the grace
to work conscientiously by placing love of duty above my inclinations;
to gratefully and joyously deem it an honor to employ and to develop by labor
the gifts I have received from God,
to work methodically, peacefully,
in moderation and patience,
without ever shrinking from it through difficulty to work;
above all, with purity of intention and unselfishness,
having unceasingly before my eyes
the account I have to render of time lost,
talents unused, good not done,
and vain complacency in success.
St. Joseph, inspire and guide me for the time to come.
 

Do not question the search

Sri Ramakrisna tells the story of a man who was about to cross a river, when master Bibhishana came over, wrote a name on a leaf, tied it to the man’s back, and said:

– Don’t be afraid. Your faith will help you walk on the waters. But the minute you lose faith, you will drown.

The man trusted Bibhishana, and began to walk on the waters, without any difficulty. At a certain point, he had an overwhelming desire to know what his master had written on the leaf tied to his back.

He took it and read what was written:

“Oh god Rama, help this man to cross the river.”

“Is that all?” thought the man. “And who is this god Rama, anyway?”

The moment this doubt became lodged in his mind, he was submerged and drowned in the strong current.

40 SEC READING: what is a miracle?


We can define it in various ways:
something that goes against the laws of nature;
an intercession in moments of deep crisis;
healings and visions;
impossible encounters;
a last-minute intervention when the Unwanted Visitor arrives.

All these definitions are true, but a miracle goes beyond even that.
It’s something that suddenly fills our hearts with Love.
When that happens, we feel a profound reverence for the grace God has bestowed on us.

So please Lord, give us today our daily miracle.
Help us to see in each grain of sand in the desert proof of the miracle of difference, and may that encourage us to accept ourselves as we are.
Because just as no two grains of sand are alike, so no two human beings will think and act in the same way.

Help us to be humble when we receive and joyful when we give.

Help us to understand that wisdom lies not in the answers we are given, but in the mystery of the questions that enrich our lives.

Help us never to be imprisoned by the things we think we know, because we know so little about Fate.
And may this lead us to behave impeccably, making use of the four cardinal virtues: boldness, elegance, love and friendship.

taken from MANUSCRIPT FOUND IN ACCRA

DUNE: The Bene Gesserit Sisterhood

The group is described as an exclusive sisterhood whose members train their bodies and minds through years of physical and mental conditioning to obtain superhuman powers and abilities that can seem magical to outsiders.

A process cannot be understood by stopping it. Understanding must move with the flow of the process, must join it and flow with it.
( Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam)

Acolytes who have acquired the breadth of Bene Gesserit abilities are called Reverend Mothers within the organization’s ranks.

Oppose a religion with another religion only if your proofs (miracles) are irrefutable or if you can mesh in a way that the fanatics accept you as god-inspired.

The Bene Gesserit choose to use indirect methodologies to further their goals, rather than wield overt power themselves.

When God hath ordained a creature to die in a particular place, He causeth that creature’s wants to direct him to that place.

They have noted the Taoist principle that whatever rises must fall; and so rather than taking direct control of the human race, they instead manipulate the social and political order with subtlety and insinuation, often using extraordinarily long-term stratagems spanning generations.

The mystery of life isn’t a problem to solve, but a reality to experience.

The Bene Gesserit avoid appearing too rich or powerful, or revealing the extent of their powers, to prevent being seen as overtly responsible for the rise and fall of governments and empires, and to avoid any organized backlash.

. It’s shocking to find how many people do not believe they can learn, and how many more believe learning to be difficult.

The Bene Gesserit practice “religious engineering” through a faction called the Missionaria Protectiva.
Collectively known as Panoplia Prophetica, these myths, prophecies, and superstitions provide the opportunity for a Bene Gesserit to later cast herself as a guide, protector, or some other figure in fulfillment of a prophecy in order to manipulate the religious subjects for protection or other purposes.
These myths also exploit religion as a powerful force in human society; by controlling the particulars of religion, the Bene Gesserit have a manipulative lever on society in general.

Fanatics (and many are fanatic on one subject or another) must know where you stand, but more important, must recognise who whispers in your ear.”
– Missionaria Protectiva, Primary Teaching

Source: DUNE

Anxiety

Although we cannot control God’s time, it is part of the human condition to want to receive the thing we are waiting for as quickly as possible.

Or to drive away whatever is causing our fear.

How can you tell a passionate heart to be still and contemplate the miracles of Creation in silence, free of tension, fear and unanswerable questions?

Anxiety is part of love, and should not be blamed because of that.

How can you tell someone not to worry when he has invested his money and his life in a dream and has yet to see any results? The farmer cannot speed the progress of the seasons in order to pick the fruit he planted, but he waits impatiently for the coming of autumn and harvest-time.
How can you ask a warrior not to feel anxious before a battle?
He has trained to the point of exhaustion for that moment, he has given of his best, and while he believes he is prepared, he fears that all his efforts could prove to be in vain.

Anxiety was born in the very same moment as mankind. And since we will never be able to master it, we will have to learn to live with it – just as we have learned to live with storms.

taken from MANUSCRIPT FOUND IN ACCRA

Help us to awaken Love

Just as there are many paths to the top of a mountain, so there are many paths to achieving our goal. Help us to recognise the only one that is worth following, the one on which Love is to be found.

Help us to awaken the Love sleeping within us before we awaken love in other people. Only then will we be able to attract affection, enthusiasm and respect.

Help us to distinguish between battles that are ours, battles into which we are propelled against our will and battles that we cannot avoid because Fate has placed them in our path.

May our eyes open so that we can see that no two days are ever the same. Each one brings with it a different miracle, which allows us to go on breathing, dreaming and walking in the sun.

May our ears also open to hear the apposite words that suddenly emerge from the mouth of one of our fellows, even though we haven’t asked for his advice and he has no idea what is going on in our soul at that moment.

And when we open our mouth, may we speak not just the language of men, but the language of angels too and say: ‘Miracles do not go against the laws of nature; we only think that because we do not know nature’s laws.’

And when we achieve this, may we bow our head in respect, saying: ‘I was blind, but now I can see. I was dumb, but now I can speak. I was deaf, but now I can hear. Because God worked his miracle within me, and everything I thought was lost has been restored.’

taken from MANUSCRIPT FOUND IN ACCRA

Beauty exists not in sameness

childrenBeauty exists not in sameness but in difference.

Who could imagine a giraffe without its long neck or a cactus without its spines?
The irregularity of the mountain peaks that surround us is what makes them so imposing. If we tried to make them all the same, they would no longer command our respect.

It is the imperfect that astonishes and attracts us.

When we look at a cedar tree, we don’t think: ‘The branches should be all the same length.’
We think: ‘How strong it is.’

When we see a snake, we never say: ‘He is crawling along the ground, while I am walking with head erect.’
We think: ‘He might be small, but his skin is colourful, his movements elegant, and he is more powerful than me.’

When the camel crosses the desert and takes us to the place we want to reach, we never say: ‘He’s humpbacked and has ugly teeth.’
We think: ‘He deserves my love for his loyalty and help. Without him, I would never be able to explore the world.’

A sunset is always more beautiful when it is covered with irregularly shaped clouds, because only then can it reflect the many colours out of which dreams and poetry are made.

Pity those who think: ‘I am not beautiful. That’s why Love has not knocked at my door.’
In fact, Love did knock, but when they opened the door, they weren’t prepared to welcome Love in.

They were too busy trying to make themselves beautiful first, when, in fact, they were fine as they were.
They were trying to imitate others, when Love was looking for something original.

They were trying to reflect what came from outside, forgetting that the brightest light comes from within.

taken from THE MANUSCRIPT FOUND IN ACCRA

2 min Sufi legend: the lost horse

By Paulo Coelho

Many years ago in a poor Chinese village, there lived a peasant with his son. His only material possession, apart from some land and a small straw hut, was a horse he had inherited from his father.

One day, the horse ran off, leaving the man with no animal with which to till the land. His neighbors – who respected him greatly for his honesty and diligence – came to his house to say how much they regretted what had happened. He thanked them for their visit, but asked:

– How can you know that what has happened has been a misfortune in my life?

Someone mumbled to a friend: “he can’t accept reality, let him think what he wants, as long as he isn’t saddened by what happened.”

And the neighbors went off, pretending to agree with what they had heard.

A week later, the horse returned to the stable, but it was not alone; it brought with it a fine mare for company. Upon hearing this, the villagers – who were flustered since they now understood the answer the man had given them – returned to the peasant’s house, in order to congratulate him on his good fortune.

– Before you had only one horse, and now you have two. Congratulations! – they said.

– Many thanks for your visit and for all your concern – answered the peasant. – But how can you know that what has happened has been a blessing in my life?

Disconcerted, and thinking he must be going mad, the neighbors went off, and on the way commented: “does he really not understand that God has sent him a gift?”

A month later, the peasant’s son decided to tame the mare. But the animal unexpectedly reared up and the boy fell and broke his leg.

The neighbors returned to the peasant’s house – bringing gifts for the wounded boy. The mayor of the village offered his condolences to the father, saying that all were very sad at what had happened.

The man thanked them for their visit and their concern, but asked:

– How can you know that what has happened has been a misfortune in my life?

They were all astonished to hear this, since no one could be in any doubt that the accident of a son was a real tragedy. As they left the peasant’s house, some said to others: “he really has gone mad; his only son might limp forever, and he is still in doubt about whether what happened is a misfortune.”

Some months passed, and Japan declared war on China. The Emperor’s envoys traveled throughout the land in search for healthy young men to be sent to the battle front. Upon arrival in the village, they recruited all the young men except the peasant’s son, whose leg was broken.

None of the young men returned alive. The son recovered, the two animals bred and their offspring were sold at a good price. The peasant began visiting his neighbors to console and help them, – since they had at all times been so caring. Whenever one of them complained, the peasant said: “how do you know it is a misfortune?” If anyone become overjoyed, he asked: “how do you know it is a blessing?” And the men in that village understood that beyond appearances, life has other meanings.

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Loyalty

FOTOLoyalty can be compared to a shop selling exquisite porcelain vases, a shop to which Love has given us the key.
Each of those vases is beautiful because it is different, as is every person, every drop of rain, every rock sleeping on the mountainside.

Sometimes, due to age or some unsuspected defect, a shelf collapses and falls. And the shop-owner says to himself:
‘I invested years of my time and my love on this collection, but the vases have betrayed me and broken.’
The man sells his shop and leaves. He becomes a solitary, embittered individual, believing that he will never trust anyone again.

It’s true that some vases do break – a promise of loyalty broken. In that case, it’s best to sweep up the pieces and throw them away, because what was broken will never be the same again.
But sometimes the reasons why a shelf collapses and falls go beyond mere human intentions: it could be an earthquake, an enemy invasion, clumsiness on the part of someone who enters the shop without looking where he is going.

Men and women blame each other for the disaster. They say: ‘Someone should have foreseen what was going to happen.’ Or: ‘If I had been in charge, these problems could have been avoided.’
Nothing could be further from the truth. We are all prisoners of the sands of time, and we have no control over them.

Time passes and the shelf that fell gets mended.

Other vases fighting for their place in the world are put there. The new shop-owner, who understands that nothing lasts, smiles and says to himself: ‘That tragedy opened up an opportunity for me and I will try to make the most of it. I will discover works of art I never even knew existed.’

taken from THE MANUSCRIPT FOUND IN ACCRA