When I look back what I realize is that even though I was able to achieve my goals, there was never an end to it. Once I achieved a goal, the happiness was short lived and then I wanted to achieve the next thing. I always had a strong inner drive to work, be successful and create impact. I took my academics seriously, went to study in the UK on scholarship, and landed jobs at great companies in London, UK.
It’s a warm August morning. I wake up to the musical of deforestation. The rumble of the backhoe truck, its fork scraping against trees, the chatter of working men and then the fatal snap, one after another.
From the dreams I remember, 50% of my dreams are anxiety-ridden, 30% are fun, 18% make no sense, and the remaining 2% are scary and involve ghosts, accidents, thrilling chases or death (most likely inspired by a thriller I watched.) It is the former 50% that had me curious today. For the longest time, I noticed a distinct pattern in these dreams. In almost all of them, I was agonisingly late for something. For example, my mother would be waiting to pick me up from school but there were so many obstacles that made me late such as me forgetting something and going back for it (many times) and even getting stuck in school overnight because she had left me. I was growing tired. The fact that I have this type of dream so often led me to believe that maybe there is something deeper to it: that maybe something in real life is translating into such dreams. Could it be something leftover from my childhood that has not been resolved?
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I struggle to be mindful at times.
I know everyone does. The idea of being able to come back to yourself in a difficult situation is something that isn’t easy when your emotions get the best of you (depending on the situation). The key word being ‘allow’, to have the kind of mindset where you don’t let external entities affect your inner solitude and handle a situation maturely is based around building a lot of self-discipline, being honest with yourself and paying attention to your patterns
When I look back what I realize is that even though I was able to achieve my goals, there was never an end to it. Once I achieved a goal, the happiness was short lived and then I wanted to achieve the next thing. I always had a strong inner drive to work, be successful and create impact. I took my academics seriously, went to study in the UK on scholarship, and landed jobs at great companies in London, UK.
It’s a warm August morning. I wake up to the musical of deforestation. The rumble of the backhoe truck, its fork scraping against trees, the chatter of working men and then the fatal snap, one after another.
From the dreams I remember, 50% of my dreams are anxiety-ridden, 30% are fun, 18% make no sense, and the remaining 2% are scary and involve ghosts, accidents, thrilling chases or death (most likely inspired by a thriller I watched.) It is the former 50% that had me curious today. For the longest time, I noticed a distinct pattern in these dreams. In almost all of them, I was agonisingly late for something. For example, my mother would be waiting to pick me up from school but there were so many obstacles that made me late such as me forgetting something and going back for it (many times) and even getting stuck in school overnight because she had left me. I was growing tired. The fact that I have this type of dream so often led me to believe that maybe there is something deeper to it: that maybe something in real life is translating into such dreams. Could it be something leftover from my childhood that has not been resolved?
I struggle to be mindful at times.
I know everyone does. The idea of being able to come back to yourself in a difficult situation is something that isn’t easy when your emotions get the best of you (depending on the situation). The key word being ‘allow’, to have the kind of mindset where you don’t let external entities affect your inner solitude and handle a situation maturely is based around building a lot of self-discipline, being honest with yourself and paying attention to your patterns
A centuries old fable goes as such,
King Solomon was in a puddle. He was a king; how could a king be unhappy? Solomon’s happiness came and it went. It never lasted very long despite him possessing all the riches of the land and luxuries beyond our imagination. In turn, he experienced sadness that matched his happiness, that too came and went. Now Solomon was a ruler of a kingdom, he had important business that needed attending. But these inconsistent waves of positive and negative feelings and thoughts interfered with his ability to be productive. It made the quality of his work inconsistent too
