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These 5 Lessons Could Save Your Life

August 2020 made it 10 years since I started keeping a journal. Better late than never! ๐Ÿ˜ The frequency has varied over time. There were periods I went on writing streaks and times I went silent for weeks. What hasnโ€™t changed, however, is my resolve to document my learning and to leave footprints for those coming after me. Today, sifting through those pages still gives me a rush of nostalgia. They have given me a rare view into the past. I have found enduring truths about myself and patterns that have helped me improve. If the secret to the future is hidden in the past, then journaling has afforded me loads of secrets I never would have otherwise discovered. For brevityโ€™s sake, here are 5 lessons 10 years of journaling has taught me. Ready? ๐Ÿ. ๐’๐จ๐ฆ๐ž ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐›๐ข๐ ๐ ๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐จ๐๐š๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ข๐ง ๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ ๐ฒ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ฌ. ๐ƒ๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐›๐ž๐š๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ฎ๐ฉ ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ . Reading my journal entries from years back, I often recall the way I fussed over stuff that holds no water today. Itโ€™s amazing how issues that racked up mental space back then are now figments of memory. Today, I laugh at myself for allowing those things to bother me in the first place. ๐Ÿ. ๐Œ๐ž๐ง๐ญ๐š๐ฅ, ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ข๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ๐š๐ฅ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐š๐ญ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐š๐ค๐ž๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฆ๐ž; ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐ž๐ฅ๐Ÿ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ž๐ฏ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฏ๐ž. No matter how much you learn todayโ€”from books, courses, observation or even wise counselโ€”some lessons are reserved for Uncle Time to teach you. For the most part, youโ€™ll gather head knowledge. But time and experience allow those lessons to sip from your head down to your heartโ€” where they matter. As wise as I sounded at the time, going over my old journal entries today makes me realise how naive I was back then. Donโ€™t get it twisted. My perspectives werenโ€™t too far from the truth. They were simply basic and narrow. 10 years from now, todayโ€™s perspectives would likely seem that way too. ๐Ÿ‘. ๐Œ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐š๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ๐ก๐ข๐ฉ๐ฌ ๐š๐ซ๐ž ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅโ€”๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ž๐œ๐ข๐š๐ฅ ๐ž๐ฆ๐ฉ๐ก๐š๐ฌ๐ข๐ฌ ๐จ๐ง ๐Œ๐จ๐ฌ๐ญ This is perhaps the hardest to take in. But Iโ€™ll share it anyway. Not all your relationships are meant to last forever. No doubt, the people I met in the last ten years have shaped my life in no small way. Itโ€™s sad to know that some of my closest friends are now strangers today. Years later, weโ€™re not even on a first-name basis. But thatโ€™s okay. I used to think I failed as a friend until I knew better. Relationships serve a purpose. And when theyโ€™ve run their course, like a radio cassette, itโ€™s healthy and normal to move on. This is not a license to be careless with your relationships. Itโ€™s my little way of saving you the stress of continuing an episode that has ended for good. ๐Ÿ’. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ข๐ญ ๐ข๐ง๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐š๐ฅ ๐ฆ๐š๐ง๐๐š๐ญ๐ž๐ฌ. ๐”๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ฌ๐ญ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฅ๐ž ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ž๐š๐œ๐ก ๐ฌ๐ž๐š๐ฌ๐จ๐ง ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ž ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐›๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ. This is arguably the most difficult to decipher. Most people try hard to make the past work when, in fact, that season has wrapped up for good. The ability to know what you should be doing per season is a priceless gift. In my opinion, this doesnโ€™t come by information but by revelation. When you know what to do, how to do it and when to do it, you must also keep your antennas up to know when seasons change and act accordingly. ๐Ÿ“. ๐“๐ก๐ž ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ก ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฉ๐จ๐ฌ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ non-linear. Thereโ€™s no cast-iron rule to finding your purpose. What weโ€™re privy to are indicatorsโ€”your passion, talent, interests, dislikes, pain and so on. Growing up, I always wanted to be an astronaut; then a pilot; then a sailor. ๐“๐ก๐ž๐ฌ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ž๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ซ๐ž๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ข๐จ๐ง๐ฌ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฆ๐ฒ ๐๐ซ๐ž๐š๐ฆ ๐ญ๐จ ๐„๐—๐๐‹๐Ž๐‘๐„. I love to explore. To travel. To discover. Growing up, my father whooped me many times for dismantling our electronics just to see where the blinking lights come from. ๐Ÿ˜‚ So as a kid, when asked, โ€œ๐ฐ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐๐จ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐›๐ž ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ซ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ฉ?โ€ I named professions that mirrored my desire to explore. As a writer, exploring is what I do today. But it wasnโ€™t always clear from the start. Even today, this is not my final destination. Iโ€™ll be kidding to claim that Iโ€™ve found my ๐’๐ก๐š๐ง๐ ๐ซ๐ข-๐‹๐š. Itโ€™s a journey! Remember point number 4? Your purpose is split into seasonal mandates. Never define your entire existence by your current activity. Or else when seasons change, youโ€™ll be like a 21st-century company manufacturing fax machines. ๐๐ž ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐š๐๐ฒ ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ข๐! Of these five lessons, which one hits home for you? Let me know in the comments.

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