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Tailor made opportunities.

So often we do take the little things and grand alike for granted. In this post I'd like to talk about seizing the moment from my own experience. Let's talk subject then.

The past two weeks have been very life changing for me. I went from having it all under control, atleast so I thought, to feeling lost in all the changes. As a result, I found myself standing at a crossroad and I turned to YouTube to help open my mind, quite logical in the tech era. Amidst the many searches one thing struck me as I reflected on the content of two videos of two prominent business moguls; Steve Harvey and Dan Lok. They both had quite parallel perspectives on the same topic of how to be successful. To their credit both of them are both doing fine and their success is founded on applying the advice they gave based off their own experiences.
After all what someone says makes sense from the context, the state person was in when informing along side their experiences.

What am driving at is we are all headed on different paths, there is not one route we can all take to lead us to our various destinations.
In the different lanes there is a different traffic situation, speed zones, maintenance works, stop signs; all depending on which road and what time you are on a certain part of the road.
Therefore no one can really decode your life for you. I found this and still do find this the most challenging bit, after all has been said the ball is back in your court to shoot.
There is no right answer and not all that works for someone will work for you.
This is where the factor of different opportunities come in and you have to decide whether to take it and run with it or not.

Opportunity often comes disguised in the form of misfortune or temporary defeat." "Every adversity, every failure, every heartbreak, carries with it the seed of an equal or greater benefit."
-Napoleon Hill-


Seizing opportunities resonates with me now as I feel I took some opportunities for granted thinking I still had time to revisit the offer.
In the realization of my loss I said and I quote 'I wish I could erase literally all of last year and get a do over now knowing the outcomes.'

But If I'm honest that's not the whole truth, I've learnt so so much in the past year, I'm truly grateful. Within this time I've met great people, learnt more of me,learnt more about associating with others, built my character, worked on my crafts,and had experienced exposure to say the least;that can't be taken from me.
But I can't help thinking I could be better or have better utilised my opportunities.

What is it you take for granted now in your life because you've always had it or have had it for a while now? Are you like me who thought you had more time?

Opportunity in all spheres is temporary but the consequences of acting on them or letting them slip by is scarring.
Be it opportunity in a career sphere, be it spending time with people,living in the moment, establishing yourself, smelling the roses, saying something, exploring.. you name it.
Literally I'm now doing what I should have done all along, only now with more limitations of time, resources and movement restrictions.
Surely wasted opportunity is a heap of regret that has buried many and left them paralysed.
Rather choose to win or learn, we must soldier on.

Seek out for opportunities and even if they come knocking at your door you still have to get up and answer it, input.
With opportunity nothing is beneath you or too small a shot to take.
There are so many resources we possess in our hands from social media, relations, contacts, money,(..). Put yourself out there and grab those opportunities with both your hands.
Remember
*Tough times don't last tough people do.
*Trust in your struggle.
*There is light at the end of the tunnel.

Live in your today and don't drown in your expectations of tomorrow. Take it one day at a time as I conclude with an extract from a song and this post's picture. Thank you for reading, share if you may, stay safe and blessed!

"I'm only human, I'm just a (wo)man.
Help me to believe in what I could be and all that I am.
Show me the stairway that I have to climb.
Lord for my sake teach me to take one day at a time.
One day at a time sweet Jesus that's all I'm asking from you.
Give me the strength to do everyday what I have to do.
Yesterday's gone sweet Jesus and tomorrow may never be mine.
So for my sake teach me to take one day at a time."

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