We seem to be locked in this cycle of "all things first". Especially in this part of the world. First to finish school, first to get a job, first to marry, first to buy the latest car. Sad truth? Many of us are begining to live our lives for these first tittles. Afterall, "Warri no dey carry last" Yet, I can't help but think that the people who come in 'last' are somehow the true winners.
First of all, each and every single one of us are on very different journeys. So please tell me the wisdom in using one ruler to judge all our progresses. Some may have to go back to go forward and others may have to go really slowly to reach their destination in one piece. Who really gave us the power/ right to judge another person's journey? That your child and my child were in the same class but your child had to repeat a year, hence finishing a year later does not in any way imply that my child will be more successful than yours. Infact, I've found that most times, the later or slower ones tend to be the more successful ones. The fable of the hare and tortoise we are all so familiar with comes to my mind now. Maybe "slow and steady" really does win the race.
"Late bloomers" are another example. Ever noticed how the girls in senior school/high school that mature last are most times the unpopular and uncool ones and boys seem to always gather around the early bloomers like bees and honey? Well, boys have testified time and time again that in the end (when everyone in the class eventually matures) the late bloomers are usually much better looking than the early bloomers. Unfortunately and this is the irony of life, the boys realise this long after the senior/high school days are over. You see, I believe that the slow and steady development in the late boomer girls is what causes them to outshine their early blooming counterparts, in the end, For the slow or late ones, please don't be deterred by the early craze. You will win at the end of it all.
Finally, in a world where everybody is hurrying to only God knows where, don't be afraid to go slow and enjoy your own journey.
Have a wonderful day beautiful people!
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
Saturday, 31 August 2013
Monday, 26 August 2013
Different.
"I like you. You are so different from everybody in your family." My first reaction was "omg, not again." He was not the first to tell me this but I've known this man for less than a month. Surely, I'm not that obviously different! As I was wondering what my driver meant by that statement I couldn't help but ponder a bit on the word "different". He likes that I'm different so that's good right? But, does that mean that my family is bad for being the same? I'll like to hope not. What I'm trying to say is, I believe that there will always be some "different" people. However, for them to be different, there has to be "same" or "normal".
I wish I could say being different is always wonderful, beautiful and amazing. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure it is, sometimes, mais (BUT in french) most times its really not. Certainly doesn't feel it. You just can't pretend to to "normal" even when that's all you want to be. Infact the biggest problem with being different is the gross loneliness that comes with the tittle. With normal or same, people to advise you abound but when you are different or doing something nobody has done before, who can advise you? Instead, they start questioning your every move. "Are you alright?" "Are you sure about this?" You are forced to be courageous on a daily basis. You are forced to be strong daily. You are forced to be brave.
To all my fellow different people out there, embrace it. I know its difficult sometimes especially when you are different by default, mais it is a beautiful thing. Everybody that likes me likes me because I'm different. They like me because I'm me. I don't hear people say, "I like you, you are the same as everybody I know". Different people make the world interesting. Different people make the world, the world. If everyone in this world was the same or normal, God knows I'd have relocated to Mars as soon as I could walk. It can be hard being different especially when its like people see you and see different written on your forehead. Nonetheless, I've found that, until we can learn to love our differences, we won't truly love ourselves.
Have a wonderful day beautiful people!
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
I wish I could say being different is always wonderful, beautiful and amazing. Don't get me wrong, I'm sure it is, sometimes, mais (BUT in french) most times its really not. Certainly doesn't feel it. You just can't pretend to to "normal" even when that's all you want to be. Infact the biggest problem with being different is the gross loneliness that comes with the tittle. With normal or same, people to advise you abound but when you are different or doing something nobody has done before, who can advise you? Instead, they start questioning your every move. "Are you alright?" "Are you sure about this?" You are forced to be courageous on a daily basis. You are forced to be strong daily. You are forced to be brave.
To all my fellow different people out there, embrace it. I know its difficult sometimes especially when you are different by default, mais it is a beautiful thing. Everybody that likes me likes me because I'm different. They like me because I'm me. I don't hear people say, "I like you, you are the same as everybody I know". Different people make the world interesting. Different people make the world, the world. If everyone in this world was the same or normal, God knows I'd have relocated to Mars as soon as I could walk. It can be hard being different especially when its like people see you and see different written on your forehead. Nonetheless, I've found that, until we can learn to love our differences, we won't truly love ourselves.
Have a wonderful day beautiful people!
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
Monday, 19 August 2013
Sweet nothings.
I think we all need to hear sweet nothings from time to time. Does everything really have to be deep and meaningful? Sometimes we just need to hear words of endearment. However, I can't help but wonder if its the need to hear these words that drive many of us into futile or even damaging relationships?
Before you start thinking, "Dara don't be ridiculous" hear me out. Maybe words are too light. I'll use actions. Could the need for actions that on the grand scale mean nothing and that'll most likely do more harm than good be the drive of many of our relationships? I hate wasting time and even more importantly, I hate other people wasting my time. So maybe that's why I cannot understand why people enter into some relationships knowing its doomed from the start. The only conclusion my little brain can gather from this is; sometimes human beings just want sweet nothings.
Consequences? We don't want to think about them. No, no. We'll deal with them when they come later. Much later. When perhaps its too late to undo the disastrous deeds. Can't think of an example of what I'm saying? I'll give you one. A boy and girl or man and woman know that the 'thing' between them isn't going anywhere yet (because "he tells me sweet things" or is loving sometimes), the girl/woman ends up pregnant with a child neither of them really want or can cater for. If this isn't a good example of sweet nothings and its consequences, then I really don't know what is.
In conclusion, to me, sweet nothings are a waste. A waste of everything. A waste of words. A waste of time. A waste of energy. Why say or do something you don't mean? And before you say, but Dara, its affectionate, if you truly want to be affectionate, why not say and do what you really mean? Or has something happened to, honesty is the best policy? Lol. Excuse my pessimism. Sweet nothings can be wonderful. Especially when its the right person saying those words or doing those things. However, until then, I'd much rather the wrong people save it.
Have a wonderful day beautiful people!
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
Before you start thinking, "Dara don't be ridiculous" hear me out. Maybe words are too light. I'll use actions. Could the need for actions that on the grand scale mean nothing and that'll most likely do more harm than good be the drive of many of our relationships? I hate wasting time and even more importantly, I hate other people wasting my time. So maybe that's why I cannot understand why people enter into some relationships knowing its doomed from the start. The only conclusion my little brain can gather from this is; sometimes human beings just want sweet nothings.
Consequences? We don't want to think about them. No, no. We'll deal with them when they come later. Much later. When perhaps its too late to undo the disastrous deeds. Can't think of an example of what I'm saying? I'll give you one. A boy and girl or man and woman know that the 'thing' between them isn't going anywhere yet (because "he tells me sweet things" or is loving sometimes), the girl/woman ends up pregnant with a child neither of them really want or can cater for. If this isn't a good example of sweet nothings and its consequences, then I really don't know what is.
In conclusion, to me, sweet nothings are a waste. A waste of everything. A waste of words. A waste of time. A waste of energy. Why say or do something you don't mean? And before you say, but Dara, its affectionate, if you truly want to be affectionate, why not say and do what you really mean? Or has something happened to, honesty is the best policy? Lol. Excuse my pessimism. Sweet nothings can be wonderful. Especially when its the right person saying those words or doing those things. However, until then, I'd much rather the wrong people save it.
Have a wonderful day beautiful people!
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
Saturday, 17 August 2013
Little.
I love children. I really do. The innocence and purity of a child is unmatched. I'm slowly coming to believe that an adult is a child only with boundaries, systems and problems. Do we really need these boundaries and systems?
I saw the children (well, I guess they are adults now) I played with as a child and my mouth literally dropped. We ate on the same table in my house till we were full and then ran outside to play till we were too weak to walk. In the evenings, we sat and told each other stories for hours, till our parents returned from work and scattered us. They taught me how to play "10/10 and tinko" and I taught them how to play hopscotch. They've always lived in the boys quarters but that never even occurred to me. Thinking about it now, I wonder where I thought they came from. Probably never even thought about it. I was too grateful to have playmates day in, day out. I spent everyday of my holidays with these 'friends' and there was no difference between any of us. It certainly felt like there wasn't. Fast forward, 10 years. The difference in our lives is unbelievable. Maybe it was obvious from the beginning but my point and the point of this post is that, it didn't matter. Why? Because I was little. As I drove past one of my 'friends' sitting by a stall selling petty things on the roadside, I had only two questions. 1) Are we doomed or esteemed from birth? ( is life is really that straightforward?) 2) Why doesn't it matter when we are little?
No doubt, the "real world" is harsh, mean and unfair. Maybe that's why little children are always so happy. Afterall, they're not in the real world. Yet. Would this world be better if we didn't throw away the 'little' minds we developed as children? Would this world be fairer if race, disabilities, background and class systems didn't matter to us the way they don't matter to little children? At what age did we discard "little"? Is our new found 'big' really doing the best for us? I wish I knew the answers to these questions but I really don't. As I sit and wonder, I hope, no, I pray, we haven't made a terrible mistake by trading in little for big.
Have a wonderful day beautiful people!
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
I saw the children (well, I guess they are adults now) I played with as a child and my mouth literally dropped. We ate on the same table in my house till we were full and then ran outside to play till we were too weak to walk. In the evenings, we sat and told each other stories for hours, till our parents returned from work and scattered us. They taught me how to play "10/10 and tinko" and I taught them how to play hopscotch. They've always lived in the boys quarters but that never even occurred to me. Thinking about it now, I wonder where I thought they came from. Probably never even thought about it. I was too grateful to have playmates day in, day out. I spent everyday of my holidays with these 'friends' and there was no difference between any of us. It certainly felt like there wasn't. Fast forward, 10 years. The difference in our lives is unbelievable. Maybe it was obvious from the beginning but my point and the point of this post is that, it didn't matter. Why? Because I was little. As I drove past one of my 'friends' sitting by a stall selling petty things on the roadside, I had only two questions. 1) Are we doomed or esteemed from birth? ( is life is really that straightforward?) 2) Why doesn't it matter when we are little?
No doubt, the "real world" is harsh, mean and unfair. Maybe that's why little children are always so happy. Afterall, they're not in the real world. Yet. Would this world be better if we didn't throw away the 'little' minds we developed as children? Would this world be fairer if race, disabilities, background and class systems didn't matter to us the way they don't matter to little children? At what age did we discard "little"? Is our new found 'big' really doing the best for us? I wish I knew the answers to these questions but I really don't. As I sit and wonder, I hope, no, I pray, we haven't made a terrible mistake by trading in little for big.
Have a wonderful day beautiful people!
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
Tuesday, 6 August 2013
Next.
What's next? We live in a world where what is next is nearly more important than what is now. From the day we are born, we are taught to anticipate what is next. While its a blessing, I mean its a sign of progress and forward movement, I can't help but think that this is also a curse.
Many of us enter relationships with our minds subconsciously thinking, "who's next?" and then wonder what happened when the relationship hits a brick wall and both parties abscond. Even more scarily, many a times we enter into marriages with this same mindset. Worse still, many of us can't believe that after marriage, there's no 'next'. Why are we so eager to find out what or who is next? And why is it so hard for us to understand that peharps, there is nothing next. Who knows, maybe we may actually begin to enjoy now.
Now is beautiful. Now is all we have. Now is all we are sure of. I understand that we are progressive creatures but will we die if we just savoured the time we are given in sweet moments called now? I highly doubt that. Many times, we spend our time counting down days or waiting for the 30th of a month that only began. Will we ever be satisfied with just now? With nothing next? I don't know. However I do that to be in constant anticipation of what is next cannot be good for any of us. Relax, have a good day and don't waste now, thinking about what's next!
Have a wonderful day beautiful people!
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
Many of us enter relationships with our minds subconsciously thinking, "who's next?" and then wonder what happened when the relationship hits a brick wall and both parties abscond. Even more scarily, many a times we enter into marriages with this same mindset. Worse still, many of us can't believe that after marriage, there's no 'next'. Why are we so eager to find out what or who is next? And why is it so hard for us to understand that peharps, there is nothing next. Who knows, maybe we may actually begin to enjoy now.
Now is beautiful. Now is all we have. Now is all we are sure of. I understand that we are progressive creatures but will we die if we just savoured the time we are given in sweet moments called now? I highly doubt that. Many times, we spend our time counting down days or waiting for the 30th of a month that only began. Will we ever be satisfied with just now? With nothing next? I don't know. However I do that to be in constant anticipation of what is next cannot be good for any of us. Relax, have a good day and don't waste now, thinking about what's next!
Have a wonderful day beautiful people!
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
Friday, 2 August 2013
19
So so grateful for life. As I begin my 19th year on earth today, I wish you all a wonderful new month.
Have a wonderful day, beautiful people!
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
Have a wonderful day, beautiful people!
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
Wednesday, 31 July 2013
Puzzle.
Bad things happen. Good things happen. Why do we find it so difficult to be thankful? Maybe its because we can't see the full picture of the puzzle that is our lives. You grow in bad times and enjoy the good times. As I sit and enjoy these last few hours of my 18th year, I can't but be thankful. The bad times this year made me grow immensely and the good times filled me with happiness. Looking back now, every single thing that happened, all fits nicely in my head. The puzzle that is my life is far from completed, but knowing that all those bad times fit together beautifully, give me the courage to go on. It wasn't an easy year but true to the meaning of my name; Oluwadara, God was so good.
As I turn 19 tomorrow (1st of August), my heart is so full of thanks. And I want to use this platform to express my gratitude. I really do hope you all can stay with me and grow with me through this amazing journey. My 18th year on earth has taught me that life is truly really wonderful. You'll have horrible times but all you need to do at those times is hang on. All you need to know is, Its all part of the puzzle and it'll definitely come together with time. The sun will shine again.
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
As I turn 19 tomorrow (1st of August), my heart is so full of thanks. And I want to use this platform to express my gratitude. I really do hope you all can stay with me and grow with me through this amazing journey. My 18th year on earth has taught me that life is truly really wonderful. You'll have horrible times but all you need to do at those times is hang on. All you need to know is, Its all part of the puzzle and it'll definitely come together with time. The sun will shine again.
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
Friday, 26 July 2013
Wrong.
Something is not right. Something is definitely not right. My society is rotting. My society is decaying. It's crumbling before my very eyes. How do I stop it? How do we stop it? Things have truly fallen apart. It's breaking my heart. How isn't it breaking anyone else's heart? Somebody must do something. Anybody must do something.
Let me tell you what has happened. You see, I live in an abnormal society. 3% of the society is oppressing and suppressing the remaining 97%. I saw a little girl chase a public bus on third mainland bridge and my heart literally broke. She couldn't have been more than two years older than my 5 years old sister whom I love ever so dearly. She was chasing after that bus to collect her money from one man who had just bought water from her. Who would let their precious little girl sell water on such a busy bridge? People in cars ranging from Porshes to range rover sports, watched as this little girl ran after a moving bus barefooted. Endangering her life. Afterall, it wasn't their business.
97% of the people in my society look on frustrated, defeated and angered as the 3% A.K.A the olowo's (wealthy people) flaunt their wealth in their faces. Surely, that's not right. They see the 'development' of their city/country but don't taste it. They are treated like garbage in their own country. Please tell me something is not right. I don't get it. I really don't. How are the 3% so completely blinded to the reality of our city and our country? Do they honestly not see the struggle or hear the cries of these innocent people? I live in a society where graduates with first class degrees are jobless and graduates with third class degrees or even no degrees (from abroad ofcourse) are PLACED in top positions simply because their father knows someone or is someone. The widows and fatherless cry out in distress daily yet, somehow their cries go unheard. Looking at the faces of the people in the public buses and all I see is pain, struggle and disappointment. How does nobody else see this?
Going to a wedding or party of the elite in Lagos or Abuja is like being transported into another world. Almost like paradise. Yes, its like escaping into some sort of heaven. A few minutes to adjust back to reality is certainly needed when the party ends. Everything is clean, shiny and expensive. There is food pouring out of every corner and there are more than enough drinks for every one in your village. The amount of food is literally sickening. Yet, thousands if not milions of people in this very same city are starving. Everyone is dressed like royalty and treated like dignitaries. Smiles, hugs and kisses abound. Music and dancing continue till the early hours of the morning. My question; what happens when the music fades? What happens when all the pandemonium, glitz, fashion and madness turns to darkness? Well, everyone carries on pretending. I guess.
I could go on and on about all the sectors we've blinded our eyes to but I'll stop here. My society is a facade. Worst part? We live like all is well. We live like we can't see the suffering of children the same ages as our children and loved ones. We live like our society is whole and booming. How do we think our society is normal? How have we deceived ourselves so much? How did we become so ridiculously selfish? So just because she/he is not your child you turn a deaf ear on their plea? My heart weeps when I see some faces in traffic or drive by certain areas. When will the eyes of our government see their plight? When will OUR own eyes see their struggle? Who will tell their story? Like I said at the begining of this post, something is not right and we HAVE to fix it. The innocent children of Nigeria DESERVE a better society.
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes. X
Let me tell you what has happened. You see, I live in an abnormal society. 3% of the society is oppressing and suppressing the remaining 97%. I saw a little girl chase a public bus on third mainland bridge and my heart literally broke. She couldn't have been more than two years older than my 5 years old sister whom I love ever so dearly. She was chasing after that bus to collect her money from one man who had just bought water from her. Who would let their precious little girl sell water on such a busy bridge? People in cars ranging from Porshes to range rover sports, watched as this little girl ran after a moving bus barefooted. Endangering her life. Afterall, it wasn't their business.
97% of the people in my society look on frustrated, defeated and angered as the 3% A.K.A the olowo's (wealthy people) flaunt their wealth in their faces. Surely, that's not right. They see the 'development' of their city/country but don't taste it. They are treated like garbage in their own country. Please tell me something is not right. I don't get it. I really don't. How are the 3% so completely blinded to the reality of our city and our country? Do they honestly not see the struggle or hear the cries of these innocent people? I live in a society where graduates with first class degrees are jobless and graduates with third class degrees or even no degrees (from abroad ofcourse) are PLACED in top positions simply because their father knows someone or is someone. The widows and fatherless cry out in distress daily yet, somehow their cries go unheard. Looking at the faces of the people in the public buses and all I see is pain, struggle and disappointment. How does nobody else see this?
Going to a wedding or party of the elite in Lagos or Abuja is like being transported into another world. Almost like paradise. Yes, its like escaping into some sort of heaven. A few minutes to adjust back to reality is certainly needed when the party ends. Everything is clean, shiny and expensive. There is food pouring out of every corner and there are more than enough drinks for every one in your village. The amount of food is literally sickening. Yet, thousands if not milions of people in this very same city are starving. Everyone is dressed like royalty and treated like dignitaries. Smiles, hugs and kisses abound. Music and dancing continue till the early hours of the morning. My question; what happens when the music fades? What happens when all the pandemonium, glitz, fashion and madness turns to darkness? Well, everyone carries on pretending. I guess.
I could go on and on about all the sectors we've blinded our eyes to but I'll stop here. My society is a facade. Worst part? We live like all is well. We live like we can't see the suffering of children the same ages as our children and loved ones. We live like our society is whole and booming. How do we think our society is normal? How have we deceived ourselves so much? How did we become so ridiculously selfish? So just because she/he is not your child you turn a deaf ear on their plea? My heart weeps when I see some faces in traffic or drive by certain areas. When will the eyes of our government see their plight? When will OUR own eyes see their struggle? Who will tell their story? Like I said at the begining of this post, something is not right and we HAVE to fix it. The innocent children of Nigeria DESERVE a better society.
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes. X
Monday, 22 July 2013
Lagos, Nigeria.
There is something about Lagos. I knew it! I know it! I've always known it. Maybe it's the fact that it's the only real home I've known. Or, maybe it's the fact that it was a hospital in Victoria Island that welcomed me into this world. Whatever it is, I love it! The last time I was in Lagos was August 2010 (3 years ago) yet every single day I spent away from this city, my yearning to return only grew stronger. So, you cannot imagine my excitement and joy when I was given a chance to take a year out and work. Anywhere in the world. Yet, Lagos was all I saw.
Don't get me wrong. Lagos is still VERY much a developing state and there is still an incredulous amount of poverty in this city BUT it is home. My home. And nothing, absolutely nothing beats that. As I landed in Murtala Muhammed Airport that fateful morning, I couldn't help but notice that the weather wasn't as hot as I thought it'll be. Yes, its the raining season in Nigeria but I was still shocked to find it cooler than london. My mind translated that as, London/England had become too hot for me. Why or how? I'm still not sure but that coolness I felt that morning definitely stirred up something in me. The drought (heat) in Lagos is over. It is a new day in Lagos and Nigeria.
The journey home? Nothing in Lagos had quite changed. The roads, the hustle and bustle of the city at the crack of dawn and most importantly, the people. I was happy that everything was exactly the same, till I realised I was 3 years older. Then, I felt guilty. There I was being driven to my beautiful house after an immense/intense period of growth in my life had just occurred, while everything around me in my home city seemed to have remained stagnant. Still, I was grateful and overjoyed to be home. Nelson Mandela is right. "There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered." There is some growth, don't get me wrong. However, its been very minimal. There is something I've never quite understood. How do the Nigerians that live in diaspora do it? I can certainly not imagine living anywhere else in this world but Lagos. If you are a Nigerian in diaspora reading this, you need to at least return (if for nothing else, to experience Nelson Mandela's quote for yourself) home for a couple of days. I know Nigeria has some serious problems but if everyone runs from the country to countries they THINK have lesser problems, we are just creating bigger problems for our children.
Like I said at the very beginning of this post, there is something about Lagos. I can't explain what it is. Maybe it's even only me that feels it, but it is an amazing feeling. And I pray everyone has a city they feel this kind of passion about. So yes, here I am at the start of my 1 year in Lagos totally unaware of what this year holds for me. Nonetheless, I do know one thing. It IS a new day in Lagos. Remember, just because it doesn't feel like a new day to you, doesn't mean its not. Lagos Nigeria, I love you more than you'll ever know. Not because of the wonderful life you've given me and my family, but because of the amazing life I know you are capable of giving 99.9% of all your residents. Thank you for being my home and I can't wait to prove my love for you.
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
Don't get me wrong. Lagos is still VERY much a developing state and there is still an incredulous amount of poverty in this city BUT it is home. My home. And nothing, absolutely nothing beats that. As I landed in Murtala Muhammed Airport that fateful morning, I couldn't help but notice that the weather wasn't as hot as I thought it'll be. Yes, its the raining season in Nigeria but I was still shocked to find it cooler than london. My mind translated that as, London/England had become too hot for me. Why or how? I'm still not sure but that coolness I felt that morning definitely stirred up something in me. The drought (heat) in Lagos is over. It is a new day in Lagos and Nigeria.
The journey home? Nothing in Lagos had quite changed. The roads, the hustle and bustle of the city at the crack of dawn and most importantly, the people. I was happy that everything was exactly the same, till I realised I was 3 years older. Then, I felt guilty. There I was being driven to my beautiful house after an immense/intense period of growth in my life had just occurred, while everything around me in my home city seemed to have remained stagnant. Still, I was grateful and overjoyed to be home. Nelson Mandela is right. "There is nothing like returning to a place that remains unchanged to find the ways in which you yourself have altered." There is some growth, don't get me wrong. However, its been very minimal. There is something I've never quite understood. How do the Nigerians that live in diaspora do it? I can certainly not imagine living anywhere else in this world but Lagos. If you are a Nigerian in diaspora reading this, you need to at least return (if for nothing else, to experience Nelson Mandela's quote for yourself) home for a couple of days. I know Nigeria has some serious problems but if everyone runs from the country to countries they THINK have lesser problems, we are just creating bigger problems for our children.
Like I said at the very beginning of this post, there is something about Lagos. I can't explain what it is. Maybe it's even only me that feels it, but it is an amazing feeling. And I pray everyone has a city they feel this kind of passion about. So yes, here I am at the start of my 1 year in Lagos totally unaware of what this year holds for me. Nonetheless, I do know one thing. It IS a new day in Lagos. Remember, just because it doesn't feel like a new day to you, doesn't mean its not. Lagos Nigeria, I love you more than you'll ever know. Not because of the wonderful life you've given me and my family, but because of the amazing life I know you are capable of giving 99.9% of all your residents. Thank you for being my home and I can't wait to prove my love for you.
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes x
Thursday, 27 June 2013
Negativity.
I love negativity. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a negative person. Yet somehow, I always seem to be surrounded by negative energy. At first it bugged me and used to tear me down but when I realised that me getting depressed about it, didn't stop it, I found a way to turn all that energy into something amazing. Why are people so negative? I don't know. Maybe the emotion is a mixture of Jealousy and fear of the unknown. Maybe its not. What I do know is that, negative energy can give you your greatest push yet, if you let it. OR, it can push you off the edge, if you let it. Stay with me, I'll explain.
You see, negativity is a cue that you are doing something right or on your way to doing something great. You may say, but Dara, most people get negative energy so why aren't they all great? Well, I agree, most people or a large number of people receive a lot of negative energy but most of them do not or can't rise above it. Worse, they don't know how to convert this energy. I've grown to love negative energy. When I tell people I want to be a media mogul, I almost pray they don't believe it. I love it so much when someone says, "you can't" or "its not possible". Even better, "you're wasting your time". There is something so motivating about negative words. However, the mind has to be trained or turned into a converter. It won't be easy at all but you have to get to the point where you believe(with all your heart) that the greatest people have the fiercest battles. And, they are the greatest because they win. Many great people die without realising the greatness on the inside of them. As if all the battles aren't tough enough, other people's negativity then comes to kill the little hope they have left. Cruel? Absolutely. Yet somehow to win, you must learn to not only maintain that hope, but change it from little, to mighty. How? By converting the killer (negativity) into probably the strongest member of your army.
My point? Change the negative energy around you to positive energy and use it to propel you further!
Have a wonderful day!!
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes.
You see, negativity is a cue that you are doing something right or on your way to doing something great. You may say, but Dara, most people get negative energy so why aren't they all great? Well, I agree, most people or a large number of people receive a lot of negative energy but most of them do not or can't rise above it. Worse, they don't know how to convert this energy. I've grown to love negative energy. When I tell people I want to be a media mogul, I almost pray they don't believe it. I love it so much when someone says, "you can't" or "its not possible". Even better, "you're wasting your time". There is something so motivating about negative words. However, the mind has to be trained or turned into a converter. It won't be easy at all but you have to get to the point where you believe(with all your heart) that the greatest people have the fiercest battles. And, they are the greatest because they win. Many great people die without realising the greatness on the inside of them. As if all the battles aren't tough enough, other people's negativity then comes to kill the little hope they have left. Cruel? Absolutely. Yet somehow to win, you must learn to not only maintain that hope, but change it from little, to mighty. How? By converting the killer (negativity) into probably the strongest member of your army.
My point? Change the negative energy around you to positive energy and use it to propel you further!
Have a wonderful day!!
With all my love,
Dárà Rhodes.
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