self help
Self help, because you are your greatest asset.
✨ “The Boy Who Shared His Last Piece of Bread” 🍞❤️
In a small and quiet village, surrounded by dry land and dusty paths 🌾🏜️, lived a little boy named Ethan 👦🏻. He was only twelve years old, but life had already been very hard for him 💔. His parents had passed away in a terrible accident, and he lived alone in a small broken house made of old wood and clay 🏚️.
By Daily Motivation2 months ago in Motivation
The Broken Watch That Fixed His Life ⌚💔➡️❤️
In a small, peaceful town surrounded by green fields 🌳🌾 and soft winds 🍃, there lived a young man named Aaron 👨🏻. Aaron was known for only one thing: he was always in a hurry 🏃♂️💨. His life moved as fast as a racing train 🚄. He believed that time was everything, and anyone who wasted time was a failure 📉😔.
By Daily Motivation2 months ago in Motivation
Sermon On The Days Are Evil From 2 Timothy 3:1-5
Timothy, learned from Apostle Paul and demonstrated love and dedication in teaching the Good News that brings salvation to the world. He wrote to warn the world to stay away from all kinds of sin which lead to destruction.
By Anthony Eshun2 months ago in Motivation
Small Town
Dear St. Louis, What a ride? A long haul of battles endorsed with signatures formed from fears and nightmares, with laughter and anger. From backyard barbecuing, to the long sunny walks to the other side of town. There’s nothing more than I’ll remember about you. The place that birth me, the bridges that hurt me, and the land that blessed and cursed me. The beautiful arch grounds, the highway sounds, the smells of challenges existing right before you exit. There’s no place like home, is what the old wives tales speak of. The humble beginnings, the accolades, the friendships that felt like forever, the relationships that turned into never, and the stench of the river flowing through the city on a humid summer evening . The days were young and I didn’t know that those were the golden bridge to my makeup. The mysteries that will forever play a part in my head along with the solved murder cases that still haunts me. It’s time we say goodbye for good. It was such a joy allowing you to root me, but like every apple one must fall and grow elsewhere. I can’t imagine the days when life mattered more than letting you go. I can never get back grandmas cooking, daddy’s visits or even the candy lady who use to let us get more than we can afford just for $2.00. I can do nothing but embrace the world from the ground beneath my feet, as tears well in my eyes, I can finally begin to understand truth. It’s not where you come from it’s where you’re going. I found my confidence to fight all from your city lights, I found my courage to dream because of your poverty, I found my reasons to love, even when it wasn’t given to me. You’re a bad mother fucker, some people you broke, some people you made. I promised myself through these notes that one day I’ll make your name smile again, it’s just not from the crumbling soil of living inside your land. I will never forget the trouble that lurked, the buildings that sat as staples to my childhood now gone, the school districts that poured more into the kids who showed effort than the ones who needed attention, the swag, the mall trips without permission. The small city where everyone’s fighting just because the turf mattered, hoods meant more than life and money means more than family. The times are wild, I could never make peace through the chaos, and never understood why everyone continued fighting when love could’ve been a Black rep. I remember them field trips. I remember fighting to save what couldn’t be changed and that’s the moment I knew it started with self. Beneath the surface of the gun smoke was fundamentals, if I could survive there, success has got to be in me. I learned over the past decade that I cannot love you because you weren’t made to love me, I cannot carry you around anymore. My soul was placed on different corners, and I fell in love with an atmosphere that breathe life. This place is somewhere with stillness, somewhere with lights that shine without dimming, somewhere where peace is the treasure, down in the valley and kindness greets me with support. Somewhere where love doesn’t hurt. I feel as if I’m at a thousand funerals of my loved ones writing this farewell, but I have to say this. I have to replace what no longer brings me safety. I have to go somewhere where death isn’t the destiny of fate I would be met with for choosing to make a difference, or for the betterment of my own sanity. No family dysfunction, no late night hours roaming the city while dangers lurked, no being used by the word love and publicly shamed for it. No lies and manipulation, no grief and hurt, no depletion in my soul as I choose to do the inner work. Somewhere where my grind means more to me than having designer, where my family means more to me than looking for a man to be a provider. I found a place unfamiliar with your speed. A place I know that’s just right at the pace it moves just for me. Here, where the air is fresher, the kids are classier, bikes can be rode all day long and no arguing or the neighbors yelling. The biggest hope of all is that you have no concern about the neighbors shooting up or smoke crack at the playground in front of them. A place where your meeting up looks like growth, not hair weaves, extensions, and viral video uploads. A place where the mountains weren’t personal but were a beautiful sight to see. A place that offers me peace. Peace that I never believed was real, peace that didn’t test my endurance level but my heart, peace that didn’t allow struggle to be the reason to destiny swap, but peace that instilled dedication. Where accountability doesn’t look like you’re falling in love with Satan. Peace that can’t be explained but it can only felt. The demons that I’ve fought so hard to cast down was me carrying this city along hoping that one day I’ll come home. A city that left me to be my worst, and the souls that refuse to leave my ancestors blood in the trails of change will never understand while I will never call St. Louis home again. I love my city, but I’ll be damned if I fuck with my city, but nevertheless you’ll always be my city. We have just become strangers and there’s no reintroducing after 9 years of being loved exclusively, I want to continue counting, I don’t want my days numbered because someone couldn’t needed an accountant. There’s nothing more better than being free from the pain of my city. The joys of love that has found me gives me a new name for my city. #Dream Catcher!
By Charelle Landers2 months ago in Motivation
The Art of Making Money
Once upon a time, in a bustling village, there lived a young man named Ryan, who was 25 years old. Ryan spent his days working at a local grocery store. He had been at this job for five years, and over time, he had risen from a store clerk to a respectable position in the last three years. Ryan saved his earnings steadily, but he felt that his money was growing very slowly. Ryan began to wonder how he could put his money to work instead of waiting for it to grow slowly. He had no time to manage any other work, as his work at the store consumed most of his day. One day off, he decided to seek advice from a wealthy man from a nearby village, Mr. Dean. Mr. Dean was known for his extensive assets and businesses, which had made him rich without much effort. He was the perfect person for Ryan to learn from. Upon arriving at Mr. Dean’s house, Ryan found him relaxing under a large shady tree near his fields, enjoying a cup of coffee despite his wealth. Mr. Dean was not the busy type. His assets and money worked for him, exactly what Ryan wanted to learn after the exchange. Greetings. Ryan shared his goal with Mr. Deena so that he could learn how to make money for him. Mr. Deena smiled at Ryan’s determination. Good thinking. It’s never too late to start learning about passive income. He said that passive income is not limited to investing big bucks or buying gold. With the right mindset, even a small amount of money can work for you. If you can manage just Rs. 1 million, imagine what you could do with more money. Ryan was excited and listened intently as Mr. Deena went on. The first step in building passive income is simple: you need money. Save what you can from your profits, but avoid borrowing to invest. If you're just starting out, it's safer to work hard and save money, even if it's just a little bit. Do you understand? Ryan rushed over and nodded eagerly. "Yes, Mr. Dina, I understand. What should I do once I save some money?" Mr. Dina chuckled lightly at Ryan's excitement. "Take it easy, Ryan. The second step is to immediately stop the urge to buy expensive things. Don't rush into buying a luxury phone, car, or house unless you really need it. Expensive items like cars and phones depreciate in value quickly, and they can be expensive to maintain, especially when your income is modest. Instead, use this money for what Ryan always dreamed of having. Luxury things, but now he understood the importance of patience, "You're right, Mr. Dina. "If I spend all my money now, I won't have anything left," Mr. Dina replied. Look around you, explore your surroundings, and always check social media or the internet for ideas. There are many ways to generate passive income, even with a small investment." As they walked through the village, Mr. Dina gave examples. "Look at Rudy's house. He started a small Wii service with less than 500,000 rupees. Someone in the house next door started raising chickens with the same amount. The key is to find opportunities that suit your skills and interests." Ryan was amazed because he had never thought of such easy ways to start a passive income. "I never realized there were so many opportunities in front of me," he said, scratching his head in surprise. As they walked, Mr. Dina shared more examples of people using their small savings, whether it was farming or providing services.
By Abdur Rahman2 months ago in Motivation
10 Books That Made Me Mentally Stronger
I did not grow up thinking books could change my life. To me, they were schoolwork, heavy backpacks, and the pressure of finishing chapters the night before exams. It wasn’t until adulthood hit me with that quiet kind of exhaustion—the one where your mind keeps looping the same worries—that I reached for books in a different way. Suddenly, reading became less about learning facts and more about learning myself.
By Fazal Hadi2 months ago in Motivation
The Boy Who Walked on His Hands: A Tale of Courage and Burden
The Courage of Raheela Mughal Yohan — and the Burden Our Children Carry BY: Ubaid Raheela Mughal Yohan is a ten-year-old boy from China, but his story carries a lesson for children across the world. He was only a year old when a sudden illness left the lower half of his body completely paralyzed. For many, such a life-altering disability might have closed the doors to childhood dreams and ambitions. But Yohan refused to let physical limitations turn into mental barriers.
By Ubaid 2 months ago in Motivation
🌟 How to Stay Motivated When Life Gets Tough: A Practical Guide to Rising Again
Life isn’t always smooth. Sometimes challenges stack up, plans fall apart, people disappoint us, and motivation fades away. In those moments, it’s easy to think you’re stuck or that you’re falling behind.
By Irfan Ali2 months ago in Motivation
🔥 THE SECOND RISE: How Your Life Changes the Moment You Refuse to Stay Who You Used to Be. Content Warning. AI-Generated.
INTRODUCTION — NO ONE TELLS YOU ABOUT THE SECOND RISE People talk about the beginning of life. They talk about first chances, fresh starts, youthful dreams.
By Chilam Wong2 months ago in Motivation
