Tag Archives: passion

It All Adds Up (Or Subtracts)

Smiles.

Frowns.

1 note.

1000 text messages.

Dead lifts.

Couch potato’ing.

Wondering.

Wandering.

Hi.

Bye.

Focus.

Lala Land.

Your music.

Karaoke & cover songs.

Poking the box.

Poking fun.

Small successes.

Small failures.

Blood.

Sweat.

Tears.

You name it.

It’s a numbers game.

And you get what you give, not what you take.

Gradually then suddenly.

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Similes and Metaphors

What you want is to do and create something fresh, something new, and bring forth to the world something you’ve seen between the lines, that only you can see, and that we need to see. Therein lies a reason to spring out of bed in the morning and an avenue to sleep well at night.

By the very definition of ‘you’ your pursuit should not be to be, become, or produce a simile with your life, brand, and business.

The goal, or better yet, your role, is to be and bring us a metaphor.

Comparing similes and metaphors, it appears a metaphor is the stronger of the two rhetorical analogies to label your days with.

Let’s say this another way, your unlikeness is worth more to us and to yourself than your uniformity is.

This goes for you, your brand, and your music.

Teaching us to fly >Trying to “Be Like Mike”.

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Wake It Up

That thing inside of you: That passion. That purpose. That hope. That ideal. That pull in your soul.

Wake it up.

It may take a person to awaken this in you. Find them.

It may take a reminder to awaken this in you. Set it.

It may take a book to awaken this in you. Read it.

It may take solitude to awaken this in you. Pursue it.

It may take you to awaken this in you. Find a mirror.

Awake.

Rise.

Shine.

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A Message from St. Augustine

Good morning, friends. And now a word from one of my heroes, St. Augustine.

Men go abroad to wonder at the heights of mountains,

at the huge waves of the sea,

at the long courses of the rivers,

at the vast compass of the ocean,

at the circular motions of the stars,

and they pass by themselves without wondering.

You’re dismissed.

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