People we meet

My first impressions of people are horribly wrong. Almost the opposite and often turned upside down compared to what they are actually like.

To evade this instinct that I have right after I meet people, I give myself time and keep myself from jumping to conclusions. Identifying a problem with yourself is half the solution.

And then, look for people with depth. If they can talk about one thing in the world and in their lives that they are so passionate about, that they cannot spend a day without thinking and talking about that thing, they are worth every minute, every moment of doubt, every tear and every joy that they bring with them. These people may be mentors, friends, best friends, acquaintances... the title doesn't matter. What matters is, the value that they add to you.

And that, is above everything you can buy, own orpossess. 

Under-promise. Over-deliver.

A few minutes before the final show, and your legs turn into jelly.

Happens to the best of us. In the most crucial and high-stake of instances. Being nervous is always a great sign and drives us humans to deliver better than what is expected of us; to meet expectations that we did not set for ourselves, neither were we given the choice per se.

But what if you were?

Under-promise. Commit to 10 steps before where you think you can get. Deliver 20 steps ahead of where you were expected to be. It could be anywhere, anything. Parents, siblings, better halves, bosses, peers, colleagues, competitors... who can list all-encompassing, exhaustive social connections that we form in a lifespan?

This simple motto gets you ahead, little by little, step by step, but consistently. And more often than not, consistency and clever persistence are key. If this fragment of my brain reaches you, apply it. It does wonders to self-esteem.

It only gets better.

There are points when we practically break down to our weakest selves. There are times when it is so dark you can't feel your own existence; you tremble so hard inside that you can almost see pragmatic shreds of self.

What we forget in such timid hours is how it is all for the better. It is cliched to say that with a dark, moonless night, follows the brightest of dawns. It is ironic how true it can possibly get. For cliches, films and stories originate around us only, and then transform into more than what they were as neophytes.

Time and life are like two parallel forces. And time and time again, they remind me together - there's better lurking behind the worst. And time and time again, time and life together, prove it to me and to those around me.

All we need to do is really believe, follow our passion and reach out. A cliche again - but truly, an impression of reality.