Showing posts with label Followers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Followers. Show all posts

Monday, 27 February 2012

NOW is the Time

There are some phrases that really annoy me.  In fact, hearing them makes me feel physically sick. 

It's the twee, care bear, politically correct, caring and sharing phraseology.

"Sing like nobody can hear you" YUCK!

"Dance like no one is watching" PUKE!

"Love like you've never been hurt" AAARGH!

One that gets trotted out more often than others, especially in self help seminars, and usually by people who are getting over some traumatic experience is the old adage...

"Today is the First day of the Rest of my Life"

Huh!  I have news for you pal.  EVERY day is the first day of the rest of your life!  Go figure!

If you want to enjoy life.  If you want to live life to the full.  If you want to grab opportunity and squeeze it with both hands then do what I do.  Think different!

Here's one for you, far better than 'Today is the first day of the rest of your life'....

What if....

WHAT IF TODAY WAS THE LAST DAY OF YOUR LIFE?

What would you do then?  I guarantee something.  You would do a lot more than you would if you thought you had the whole of your life stretching out in front of you!

You would be doing stuff, clearing up challenges and issues that had been hanging around, speaking to people....everything.

If this was the first day of the rest of your life you would be saying "do that tomorrow" and "schedule that for next week" and "I'll get around to that, it's not urgent!"

I subscribe to this way of thought...

"I will live this day as if it were the last day of my life. 

And what will I do with the last precious day of my existence?  First of all, I will seal it in a bottle so that not a single drop of it seeps into the sand.  I will not waste a single moment of this day, complaining about my past miseries, past defeats, or past torments, since doesn't good come out of adversity?

Can fallen grains of sand make their way back into the sand glass?  Can the sun rise where it sets and set where it rises?  Can I erase my past mistakes?  Or correct them?  Can I heal yesterdays wounds and become healthy again?  Can I be younger than I was yesterday?  Can I retract the hurtful words that wer uttered, the blows that that were received and given, the suffering that was inflicted and suffered?

No!

Yesterday is dead and buried forever and I will never think of it again.

Nor can I live on what might be.  I cannot live on what might happen.  I cannot live on maybe, perhaps, or hope.  We can not forsee the future.

The future is uncertain.  It does not exist.  What exists is today, right now, this moment.

I will live THIS day as if it were the last day of my life!"

Monday, 27 June 2011

Are You Following The Right Person?

 Or are you following a follower?

It’s a story about a man that would walk down past the jewelry store every morning and he would take out his gold watch and he would look in the window and he would set his watch. And then he‘d be on his way. This went on day after day, week after week, month after month. Every morning for a few years the jeweler saw this man doing this.

Well, one day the jeweler is out in front of the store and he is sweeping the sidewalk and the man stops, takes out his watch and sets it. And the jeweler said, “Pardon me, where do you work?” He said, “I work down at the big factory and it’s important that I have the watch set properly because I blow the whistle at noon telling everybody it’s time to go to lunch.”

The jeweler said, “Isn’t that funny? Because I have been setting that clock by that whistle every day at noon.”

Do you know, a lot of people do that. They’re following the followers. They never stop and ask themselves, “Where is this person going?”

I want you to take a few minutes today and ask yourself, “Are you following anybody?” And if you are, where are they going? Make certain that if you follow someone, they  know where they’re going. And they will help you get to where you’re going.

This Story came from Earl Nightingale via Bob Proctor