Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Just Do It!

Simple realizations are what creates progress in a life. The thought below is not earth shattering. In fact, it has been around for millenia (probably). Yet, not until you fully understand and live it has it the power to give you an "aha effect".

Just do it!

It's quite amazing the progress that can be achieved by just doing stuff, rather than thinking about it.

Futhermore, "flow" can only be achieved in the process of actually performing a task.

Therefore, just do, focus on what you do, and don't think about what else or where else you could be.

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

They were expecting him in one hour. (Fiction)

They were expecting him in one hour.

Waiting at Starbucks he knew this day would define the rest of his life. He never thought it would come to this. After a lifetime of winning he thought he could never lose. But he lost, and they were expecting him in one hour. This was not a nightmare, this was worse.

One hour. In his head, he replayed what happened many times. What went wrong? One more hour!

Robert closed his eyes and slowed his breathing down. The hustle and bustle of the store seemed to play outside of him. He was a spectator, a bit bored with the spectacle, going deep into his thoughts. He was to meet with them in an hour.

.... to be continued

Wednesday, February 01, 2006



He kept screaming at the top of his lungs: “We’re all going to jail”. His colleagues and coworkers, riveted but bewildered by this sudden bout of rage, were not sure what to make of this. Was his ranting diatribe an early onset of some rare case of Turret’s syndrome or was he really expressing fear based on concrete evidence? Scott was after all a top dog at HAP, the fastest growing advertising company in the West Coast. He was someone to always be taken seriously and not simply for his typical yet sudden almost manic rages.

The golden rim of his Versace glasses, long ago dull and scratched by his constant nervous habit of wiping them with his dry fingers, were perhaps the harbinger of less shiny times to come. But for now, not a single soul at this last extravagant Caribbean executive meeting, or “networking event” as his cronies liked to call it, could have fathomed that this would be Scott's last trip outside his cell. Not even Gustavo, his most trusted childhood friend, the man with an almost uncanny ability to foresee the tides of change, could see it coming.

Scott, red with anger continued to attack the shocked executives who still wondered when this joke was going to end. “This is a Ponzi scheme. They are on my tail and I swear, I will NOT be the only one going down. I’ll bring all of your asses down to the slammer with me if that’s what I have to do!!” “Ya cálmate, coño”, whispered Gustavo. “We can still fix this. Don’t worry about it” As Gustavo spoke, Scott, still lost in his mad stupor, swallowed three of his tranquilizer pills. He had to stop the buzzing in his ears and somehow these tablets did the trick.

... to be continued ...