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Celebrities and other motivational icons who made it to the top, from real actors, athletes and authors who used to be just like you.
Can A Lifestyle Be A Hobby Of Sorts
When we look at our life and the lifestyle we are living, can it be a hobby of sorts, or do we even think that it can be? Is that something that goes through our heads or do we just know that the lifestyle we have is made up of hobbies because that is what it is supposed to be? Could your life be a hobby of sorts, if that is what you want it to be? If so, how could that be something for you and the way that you live your life? Is it all about the things that you do and how you get the things you have to do in life done, yet relax at the same time. Do you think of it that way or do you think of it in another way, as though the things you do in your life are just things and hobbies are ways to relax in life? Think about that, and what comes to mind. Probably a number of different things. Which is why everyone’s idea of lifestyles and hobbies can be different things, so yes that means a lifestyle can be a hobby of sorts if that is what a person wants it to be.
By Louise Barraco6 days ago in Motivation
The Weight of White
Arthur sat in the cold, a can of flat beer sweating in his grip. The workshop air was thick with the ghost of sawdust and the acrid tang of burnt ambition. It was well past midnight. Outside, the world was muffling itself under a heavy, relentless fall of snow. He hadn’t turned on the heater, couldn't justify the electric bill. His breath plumed in the dim light cast by a single bare bulb hanging over his workbench, illuminating nothing but the stacked failures: unfinished cuts of oak, a half-sanded pew leg, a ledger filled with red ink.
By HAADI9 days ago in Motivation
The Ink-Stained Ledger
The diner air hung thick, a greasy shroud of burnt coffee and yesterday’s bacon. Leo traced a finger through the dust on the counter, the fluorescent lights humming a low, miserable tune above him. Another Friday night, another handful of regulars, another stack of bills that felt heavier than the griddle itself. Mama’s Diner. Her legacy. His burden. He wiped his hands on his apron, the cloth already stiff with grime. He was tired, bone-deep tired, the kind of tired that seeped into your marrow and made every breath feel like a chore.
By HAADI10 days ago in Motivation
The Broken Pencil
Neha had loved stories for as long as she could remember. As a child, she imagined worlds inside her mind places filled with adventure, emotion, and meaning. Yet as she grew older, her love for storytelling slowly became a source of fear. The more she learned, the more she doubted herself. She read books written by brilliant authors and thought, I could never write like this.
By Asghar ali awan10 days ago in Motivation
The Salt in His Veins
Elias felt it first as a whisper, a strange, persistent hum beneath the dull throb of his life. Not a yearning for adventure, not some vague wanderlust, but a deep, bone-aching ache for a specific kind of cold, a particular smell of salt and peat and ancient stone. He worked in an office, cubicle five-B, the air-conditioning a constant, artificial chill, the fluorescent lights humming their flat, monotonous song. His world was beige carpet, plastic-coated desks, and the clatter of keyboards. He felt like an alien, a foreign object in his own skin, every day a slow suffocation.
By HAADI11 days ago in Motivation
