Today I want to share with you all this message today:
Live. Love. Matter.
– by Brendon Burchard
I know, this guy might sound a bit repetitive and too energetic and positive to the point annoying at times, but hey, I think it really works, at least for him, and I believe for a lot of his readers like me as well.
His recurring idea is, “At the end of our lives, we are going to ask ourselves these three questions:”
Did I live? Did I love? Did I matter?
If you are going to watch only one video of his, this is it: here you go:
Brendon Burchard
(Anyway, the other videos of his are quite redundant after a while.)
I also found this other video on another website, but this site posts clearly the ten points from the video so if you don’t have time to watch the whole thing you can still benefit from reading the mina points quickly):
https://www.briantracy.com/blog/business-success/brendon-burchard-asks-did-i-live-did-i-love-did-i-matter/
So, that’s what I have been thinking, what is my niche, what is my expertise, what should I be doing or changing to become bigger and more inspiring to other people and make a difference to the world?
It turns out I don’t have to move away from what I am already doing and what I already know. I only have to focus on it and become the expertise that everyone goes to.
And you know how I discovered that? I asked for help. By talking about it with other people who knows you and in the business, they helped me clarify my ideas. Instead of trying to figuring out all by myself in my head and do things on my own, I took time to clear my mind and discuss with others. That was such an awesome mind-blowing experience. Now I know what to do! Hurray!!
I believe everyone has a mission in life, only s/he hasn’t found out what it is yet. Keep searching, at the same time keep living. Focus on this moment, right here right now. When you worry too much about the future, it makes your head even more messed up. I’ve been there, done it, and am trying not to go there that often!
You all have a fantastic weekend, you lovely people out there! SelfWonder xoxo
Tag Archives: Health
I am scared. Yet I am excited.
I am scared.
I am going away for a few days, on my own, out of a whim, again.
Last time I did something like this was last October, around the time of my birthday. Eventually someone followed me all the way to another country, but that’s another story.
Usually when I take a solo trip, I am particularly excited. This time, for some reason, I am feeling a bit nervous. Why? Well, it’s not like it’s the first time that I have not booked a place to stay before I arrive the destination. And it’s not like it’s the first time I do not know what I am going to do in the country I am going. But somehow, I am just a little scared. I feel something out of the ordinary is going to happened. I wonder what it is, I sure hope it will be something great. After all, I am taking a few days off to flee from my stressful daily life, to escape from my work and personal problems.
Before I decided to leave, my mentor said to me, “the only thing that you talk about is work. And you are so overwhelmed with it that there seems to be no priorities in all these tasks that you want to do. You really have to prioritize and choose the top two to three tasks that are of most importance to you and deal with them first.”
I suddenly realized that she was right. My head was completely messed up and stuck with all the things I wanted to do. But one could only do so many things at one time. So I decided to take a few days off away from my daily life and take a look at what my priorities really were.
First I figure, my priorities of the week are my faith, my health and taking rest.
Second, I need to clean my mind, by not thinking about work (too much). By creating space in my head, I will be able to think and imagine something new and great, at least that’s what I believe.
Still, I am truly excited. It’s 1am right now and I am waiting for boarding to the unknown for the next few days. Wish my luck, my readers.
Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day!
I think it was a pretty good way to spend my Valentine’s evening, not that I would not want to spend some time with my loved one, only for the first thing I don’t have one (yet), and the second I rather enjoyed doing what I loved and made a living that way.
Actually it felt nice to earn money on a Valentine’s Day instead of spending it haha.
All the holidays and celebrations have become very commercial nowadays. It’s all about how much money you put into it, or else it might seem you are not putting enough effort to show how much you love the others.
Don’t get me wrong, it’s nothing wrong with showering your love on the one you really adore. But, I don’t think how much you love the person should be equal to how much money you spend on him/her.I would rather think it’s the effort that counts more.
And, it’s not just about that one day you show your love with material things. It’s about the day to day care for that person you truly love.
Maybe I am being too idealistic, but isn’t what in sickness and in health really means?
Well, I have not come to that point to say and promise that to someone (yet or ever), but it doesn’t matter if one is married legally or not – what I mean is written and signed on a paper, it’s more about the faith and promise you make with each other in words and more importantly, actions.
Okay, fine, I am idealistic and romantic at heart, sue me. I just cannot help it. One cannot change the fundamentals of who she really is. And I am learning to accept the way I truly am, a person of too high moral standard and human virtues for modern standard.
I only hope I can meet someone like that (not confined to life partner only), so that I can build my community of love for myself to be in it.
Until then, happy (belated) Valentine’s Day everyone. I hope you all have/had a good one, a day blessed with true love, my beautiful readers.
My intention of the day
I set my intention for today, in this early morning of cool breeze and clear sky
I thank God for a wonderful start of the day: a hot and clean water shower, a delicious and fulfilling cup of cappuccino, and most important of all, beautiful and warming sunshine.
I thank God for a sound mind and a healthy body today.
I am grateful for all the talents and ability that God has given me.
I promise to do good today, to write and educate, to create and inspire, to give and receive.
Now I shall enjoy the rest of my cappuccino and the beautiful nature that surrounds me here before getting back to the work that I love!
What a beautiful day. What a beautiful life. I am grateful and thankful of everything.
Amen/Namaste 🙂
Family is most precious.
Recently, a lot of mishaps happened in my life. My physical health was once again compromised, and that led to deteriorated psychological and emotional health as well. On top of these all, there was a traumatising event occurred in my household. I was totally devastated, all of a sudden everything that could go wrong did. I almost lost all sense of hope and positivity, not to mention faith and future. And I even started to wonder, “Am I being punished? Why is everything bad happening to me at the same time??”… I started to freak out and go berserk a bit… or more than a bit… For the first time for the longest time I could not see where I could go and what I could do to make the current situation better. My positive and confident energy went from 10 to 0… or perhaps even below 0.
Let me stress that I am quite a strong, independent and diligent person. I would do anything to make things better even if it’s tough to, however, the current situation was so awful that it seemed there’s nothing I could do about it.
I always felt I was strong enough to deal with anything, and even if I couldn’t, I would keep trying and trying. Until I failed.
Then finally I was made to rely on someone else. I asked for help all so reluctantly. Or to put it a better way, I showed my vulnerable side and received care and concern from the people I was close to: my parents.
You know there were times you were close with your parents until you were not, after you have moved out and all, only went to see them during big holidays? You don’t live with them anymore, you don’t know what they do other than talking with you on the phone nagging you to put on another sweater because it has become cooler and so on? You only go visit them at their place once in a while and have a meal for a couple hours, with mostly you complaining about how busy you have been at work and how your boss is a jerk and so on, and then you venture into all the BS about your friends/love life/husband/wife and/children etc etc? You ever wonder how they’ve been when you are gone? What have they been doing? Have they been well, physically and emotionally? That they may also have something they want to talk about, however trivial those matters might be to you?
But of course, you never listened.
I, never listened.
I only babbled about how hard my life was out there, how I had suffered from work and dealing with colleagues/friends/lover, how this and that and how everything sucked. I forgot to listen to how my parents had been doing.
Tonight, for the first time, I did. I looked at my parents’ faces, and I saw those two strange yet familiar faces. I started to recall them as the parents when I was young, when I was still living with them, when we actually chatted and talked about how the day went and what we felt and thought about small things in life. We shared, until we didn’t . All because of me becoming an adult and thought I was better than them, that I was more educated and cooler than them, that I’ve seen the world much more than they have. But you know what, I forgot the very fact that only because of what they had done for me, that only because of their hard work and nurture that I had the opportunity to get highly educated and go see and explore the world out there. Without them I would have never been able to do and understand all these things that I now am so proud of. I forgot to be grateful and be appreciative of my parents. I forgot about the love we had in our family. I did not realise we still had it. But now I know, we do. We do have that love, that everlasting love only a family can share. The love and care I always wanted but denied to myself that I didn’t.
Tonight, we chatted like we’ve never had for years. I took a shower at the bathroom that I didn’t have for the past ten years since I moved out. It’s not like I haven’t been back to this house, yet only tonight I came to see this place as it really was at least fifteen-twenty years ago when I still lived here. It felt very different from when I usually came here for dinner for a couple hours; I saw it from another angle, the angle of belonging, the angle of being part of this place. I figured I would never see this place as it is now and how my parents really live without staying over for these few days.
Tonight, I dried my Mother’s hair for the first time in my life. I found, although my Mother still looked very young and beautiful for her age, her hair had gone almost completely white on the top, which saddened me a bit, finally realising she’s getting old. As for my Father, I could tell he had been getting skinnier and skinnier, and his energy level was just not the same. I started to understand that I needed to take better care of them, or more importantly, to spend more time just to be with them and know how they are doing, listening to them talk about things in daily life even so trivial that might seem.
Now, as I am lying in bed in the room I spent much of my time in during my rebellious teenage era, in this house where I grew up in, I for the first time feel very different and strangely serene. Frankly, the first night when I tried to stay the night over, I had a sudden panic attack that I had to run away and take a cab back to my own home in the middle of the night. But the second night was better. And tonight, it’s pretty comfortable. I am starting to getting used to it…
Accept and Love Yourself Well.
Last night, I had a conversation with my friend, and he mentioned about this feeling of guilt he had all his life, about how he could have done better for those around him.
Tonight, as I thought about his words, it suddenly dawned on me that I might have had a similar feeling about myself.
I had always felt that I was not good enough and could have been better in various aspects of my life.
I could have done better at school, finished my doctorate degree, earned more money and provided my parents a better living. Or studied in another field and had a more socially acceptable/respectable work, married a husband, and made my family proud.
I could have been smarter, prettier, and more friendly with others.
I could have expressed myself better and more openly towards those I cared.
So many could haves.
Then I realised, what’s with all these could haves?? Why did I have to live in the past??
Maybe it’s true that I could have done better and more, but past is the past and there’s nothing I could do about it now.
And if I kept dwelling in this past, I would not be able to focus on the present, which is all that matter.
So I decided, I shall accept the way I am, be proud of who I am, and love myself exactly as I am right here right now.
I shall maintain good physical, mental and spiritual health, keep myself sane and in line.
This is the only way to live in the present, so that I can focus on what I can do and achieve now, and work on whatever my heart desires.
And I shall do my best for myself and those who need me (one of the many ways includes maintaining this blog here), with all the strength and intelligence that I have now.
Then my life will be well lived.
For those who still think you are guilty of what you could have done better in the past, I sincerely urge you to move on, because you need to accept yourself and love yourself fully before you can do great things and love others, and in return receive love from them.
Live in the present, make your life count, and your effort will be worthwhile.
Sing Praise to Your Health!
I think I appreciate my life more when I am sick.
Because when I am sick, I know how precious life especially is when I am healthy; I can eat well and go out n’ about easily.
When I am sick, people come concern about me and take care of me; I know I am well supported and I am loved.
When my health is jeopardized, I realize I might not continue to live any time of any day/week/month/year, that I should take better care of my body and live my life with purpose and no regret.
Life is a journey, not a means to an end. I better enjoy every single minute of it. I want to fill my life with vibrant colors of joy and contentment.
Now I must start devoting more time and concern into my physical health.
Good night / Good day, my lovely readers.
Self Wonder 