Not worrying is one of the most difficult battles one needs to face in his/her life. Without even realizing what we are doing or not doing, our lives pass us by and we have spent a good deal of time just worrying, preventing ourselves to make some good plans and take action.
“Why didn’t I think of it before?”
“What was I thinking?”
Very common questions, right? I am not suggesting that things are always easy to work out. However, tons of times we are our own isolating walls. Again, I do not think that “In the end everything will turn up all right.” because, sometimes it doesn’t happen. However, that is not equal to an ETERNAL MISERY sentence.
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As I have mentioned before, I am not exactly the example of a positive thinker. And to write this single sentence, or to even come to such conclusion took a long time of struggling from my part.
But the realization it’s a first step, obviously. Fortunately I believe in my own growth and see into making it happen day after day. I am getting further away from the fixed mindset, that we are who are, born with certain traits and features which will never change no matter how much we try. If I were to believe such thing, then I would be doomed. To cut it short, I wouldn’t be who I am today and I wouldn’t be willing to learn anymore.
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Now I have also another story which is related to the importance of changes. I assume that when you think you know all the conditions of change and you might be assured or assure yourself that the change guarantees success and an evolution for the better you just can’t wait for it to happen…
A very dear friend of mine used to work in Albania, for almost 4 years whereas he had a family back in Italy, his wife and little daughter. Soon after, his son came to this world and imagine the excitement. Although he loved his job and he was also making good money out of it he missed his family. In the beginning he recognized that trade offs are unavoidable, so he had to keep going. But after a couple of years he confessed something that remained imprinted in my mind: “You know my life has turned into:
“Can’t wait for Friday to come to fly back to my family. And when it’s Sunday and I have to fly back to Tirana again, I find myself thinking again Can’t wait for the next Friday. My life has come to eternally waiting for Fridays!”.
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