Do the hard stuff

It’s easy to eat all we want. It’s hard to workout regularly and be in shape.

It’s easy to spend and shop recklessly. It’s hard to manage financials and spend wisely.

It’s relatively easy to study a subject, get a job, and make a living out of it. It’s hard to take calculated risks and build a business / be self-employed / be in a scientific pursuit / be best at what you do.

It’s easy to quote great people or to share an uninformed opinion. It’s hard to comprehend major books, articles and documentaries on the subject and be in the position to share an informed opinion.

It’s easy to believe in gods, myths and superstitions. It’s hard to think rationally for oneself.

Do the hard stuff.


It was never about the whites or blacks; or about the immigrants; or even about Donald Trump, for that matter.

It has always been about two kinds of people. People who can think for themselves; the ones who contribute to the society. Who cannot afford to judge people based on nationality, complexion or the kind of god they believe in.

And those on the other hand – uneducated, religious, nationalist, close-minded bigots who think highly of themselves and feels the need to protect what they’ve been given by birth. Because deep in their hearts, they know they won’t achieve anything more than that (or believe they don’t have to). [Of course, I’m not judging the entire 49% of the USA, just the supporters of his core principles]

The latter has always been the majority. And the loudest.

But it’s not all bad news.

Because when the latter spend their entire lives complaining about how they are treated unfairly and how they deserve more, the former is busy helping the world progress.
And they couldn’t care less about who tries to rule the world, or who makes the loudest noise. Because no matter what, they will do what they’ve got to do and nobody is going to stop them.

Image: GDP contribution by voting preferences.

Image Credit: Reddit.

When The Writing Sings

[For people who appreciate the art of writing]

“This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.”
― Gary Provost