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The road to success is always under construction; share your equations for success — and learn some new ones.
The Goal Of Thy Enemy
I believe that every leader should study war theory... Not because I'm an advocate for war... I believe that war should be avoided and only used as a last resort in situations where the opposition refuses to see the world in alternative ways...
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)2 days ago in Motivation
Why Being Liked is Overrated and Self-Respect is Everything
For a long time, I thought being liked was the goal. If people were comfortable around me, I felt successful. If no one was upset with me, I felt safe. If I could smooth things over, stay agreeable, and avoid conflict, I believed I was doing something right.
By Stacy Valentine2 days ago in Motivation
Actions Build Success
Rafiq loved to talk about success. Every evening, he would sit with his friends at the tea stall and speak confidently about the future. He had big plans, big dreams, and even bigger words. He would say, “One day I will start my own business,” or, “I will become financially free before I turn thirty.” His friends admired his confidence. Some even believed he was already on the path to greatness.
By USA daily update 2 days ago in Motivation
Silent Discipline
Many people wait for motivation like farmers waiting for rain. They sit, hope, scroll through inspirational quotes, watch powerful videos, and feel a sudden rush of energy. For a few hours, they believe they can conquer the world. They make plans, write goals, and promise themselves that tomorrow will be different.
By USA daily update 2 days ago in Motivation
Delayed Dreams
Rashid always believed he had time. Time to travel. Time to explore. Time to chase the dreams that visited him every night before sleep. He would sit on the old wooden chair outside his house, watching the sunset paint the sky orange, and imagine himself kayaking across a wide river, hiking through green forests, and climbing tall mountains that touched the clouds.
By USA daily update 2 days ago in Motivation
Hope Is Heavy When You Carry It Alone
Hope isn’t a spark. It isn’t a light that lifts you off your feet. It is a weight. A stubborn, unyielding burden that presses against your shoulders whether you want it or not. I learned this early, in small doses at first—little moments that should have been easy, but weren’t.
By Luna Vani2 days ago in Motivation
The Quiet Choice That Changed Her Life
Her job was to smile, check people in, answer the same questions, and pretend she enjoyed it. Tourists came and went. Business travelers complained about late flights. Her life stayed exactly the same. Every evening at 9 p.m., Emily walked back to her rented room, reheated leftovers, and scrolled through social media. She watched people talk about new businesses, fitness journeys, and creative projects. She double-tapped their posts but never imagined herself doing anything like that. She told herself she was being realistic. Her parents liked that she had a steady job. Her friends said she was lucky to be employed. Even her manager once told her, “You’re reliable. Not everyone is.” Reliable began to feel like a cage. One rainy Tuesday, a guest left a notebook on the counter. It was thin and blue, with a quote on the cover: If not now, when? Emily opened it to find pages filled with hand-drawn sketches of buildings, cafés, and streets in Brussels and New York. They were beautiful—simple but full of life. At the back, a note was written in careful handwriting: “Started drawing at 42. Wish I had started at 22.” Emily stared at that sentence long after the guest had returned to collect the notebook and thank her. That night, she couldn’t sleep. She thought about all the things she used to enjoy before life became about rent and schedules. As a teenager, she loved designing logos and posters on her old laptop. Teachers said she had an eye for detail. But after school, she went straight into work. Art became something she “used to do.” At 2 a.m., she opened her laptop and downloaded a free design app. She told herself she was just playing around. No pressure. No dream. Just curiosity. Her first design looked terrible. Her second looked slightly better. By the third night, she was watching tutorials and copying simple layouts. She designed fake café menus and event flyers. No one saw them. No one praised them. But something inside her felt awake for the first time in years. Weeks passed. Emily began waking up an hour earlier to design before work. Her mornings became her secret world. The hotel still felt dull, but it no longer owned all of her energy. One day, a small bakery near her flat put up a sign: “Opening Soon – Logo Needed.” Emily walked past it twice. The third time, she went inside. “I saw your sign,” she said quietly. “I’m learning graphic design. I could try to make something… if you want.” The owner, a tired woman with flour on her apron, smiled. “If it’s better than what I have now, I’ll use it.” Emily spent two nights working on that logo. When she showed it, her hands were shaking. The owner’s face lit up. “This is perfect.” She paid Emily £40. It wasn’t much. But it wasn’t about the money. It was proof. Emily created a small online page to show her designs. She offered cheap work to local shops, cafés, and small businesses. Some ignored her. Some said no. A few said yes. Each project made her braver. Six months later, she had five regular clients. She designed menus, Instagram posts, and simple websites. Her hotel job paid the bills. Her design work fed her confidence. Then something unexpected happened. A café owner in London shared her design on social media. A restaurant in Belgium messaged her for a menu design. A small brand in the U.S. asked for a logo. Emily started working evenings and weekends. She was tired, but it was a good tired—the kind that comes from building something. One year after finding the blue notebook, Emily stood in her manager’s office. “You’re resigning?” he asked. “But you’re doing well here.” She smiled politely. “I don’t want to be reliable anymore. I want to be responsible for my own future.” Her first month as a freelancer was scary. Some days, she had no work. Some days, she had too much. She learned to budget carefully. She learned to say no. She learned that confidence grows when you keep your promises to yourself. Two years later, Emily worked from a small desk by her window. She had clients in the UK, the USA, and Belgium. She still wasn’t famous. She still wasn’t rich. But she woke up knowing her time belonged to her. One afternoon, she found an old photo from her hotel job—standing behind the counter in a stiff uniform, forcing a smile. She didn’t hate that version of herself. She thanked her. Because that version chose not to stay comfortable.
By Iazaz hussain3 days ago in Motivation
