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WE SHOULD ALL BE MINERS




This is a new year and I am in a good mood to give you diamond, gold, silver or even platinum. Just mention your preferred choice!

If you took the words you read now to heart. That makes you a bigger joker than I am. 

The honest truth is that the most satisfying gift you could ever have is one given to you by YOU.

Whatsoever, you desire is waiting for you to take action to make it happen? What are you willing to do to make it a reality? How bad do you want it?
How long do you want to sit and watch like a lonely puppy and hoping a bright light will shine through?

I have got news for you. There is no bright light coming to you. That bright is YOU

Confucius is quoted to have whispered, "All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get.”  He was not far from the truth.

Those fine metals hanging on your neck, sitting comfortably on your earlobe, caressing your ring or perhaps your middle finger didn't just find its way to the jewelry shop. Someone made that happen. The miner did his job. 

If you wish to see something beautiful. If you wish to make your dreams come alive and set your goals rolling. You have got work to do too. Get your hands dirty.

There are chances that you have tried in the past and your execution went down the drain. Albert Einstein thinks if you start over the same way you did previously then you are insane.


The definition of insanity is not walking about in shredded clothing's or perhaps naked while you mumble meaningless words. It is doing the same thing over and over again, but expecting different results.”

It's time to change your game plan. Ensure not to have the same cards you were dealt with at the start of the game at it's climax.

Whatever you do, be a miner. Get the work done.

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