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An Effective Speaker

One morning, I was late for my 7:00 am class. When I entered the room, my professor and classmates where having a discussion about our class project. My professor gave us an option. She made us choose between an option that is typical, an option normally taken, and an option that will not only affect our grades but will also help us as persons and professionals someday.

Well no matter how late I was, it didn’t stop me from joining the brewing argument. There I noticed the difference between an effective speaker and myself. 

An effective speaker focuses on making others see their views on How things could be and How things could get better by choosing a harder path, that seems impossible at first, but may produce bountiful of benefits. 

They make weigh your options, present every variable of the equation. THEY DO NOT FORCE IDEAS. THEY DO NOT PROVOKE OTHERS TO START A DEBATE. They are flexible enough to assimilate new ideas and add it to their existing beliefs and thoughts, and is willing too these beliefs if necessary.

They make you see that by not choosing the easier way out, you can be something MORE. :)

While I speak to debate. To prove that one idea is better than the other. I do my best to force these ideas because I KNOW I’M RIGHT. I’m too stubborn to see that what I’m doing sparks an argument that creates a rift between people. My aim of talking to make things better only makes things worse.

But I know I’m better than this. Life is full of chances for improvement AND I BELIEVE IN MYSELF. :) I acknowledge my short comings and aim for the betterment of myself.  

Remember the positive things in your life. :)

This past months I’ve been trying to be more positive and be more productive at the same time. But their are times when my efforts are thwarted because I feel almost hopeless. I remember many stupid mistakes and regrets I did. I feel like I’ve wasted many years. Time that I could’ve used to grow to be a better person. But I just realized that I was wrong because those times were not wasted. I gained many experiences and learned from most of them. I was just Negative. I’ve been seeing the world with the wrong pair of lens. I became too much of a pessimist that all I could remember was bad experiences, I forgot that I was better than that. I never saw how much I grew and improved. During those years I’ve became more reflective of my actions, more sensitive of how others feel and definitely became a better person. I was a victim of self-blame and being too hard on my self. I definitely grew and matured. I deserve a pat in the shoulder and today, I give it to myself. And maybe from now on I’ll keep the old lenses (and if possible throw them away) and wear the right ones. The ones that will help me view my world for what it really is, full of possibilities. :)      

Living Independently By: Nathaniel Damiano During my previous school break, my parents decided to relocate our family again in a place closer to our schools and their offices. I understand that they want to do this in order to make it more comfortable for all of us, especially for my mother who is currently 7 months pregnant. While they were talking about this plan, I already had unpolished plans in my head of trying to live independently. I was thinking back then that I could improve more my management skills and be more organized and responsible with my actions if I had the opportunity to experience living alone. As my parents’ discussions and planning turned to implementations, my own ideas became more concrete. I became more certain of this little scheme of mine when I saw the new place in which we were going to transfer at and will be calling our new home for some time. Mind you, it is a good and decent place to live in, but it was to small for a family of six turning seven. From the main door you will be able to see the whole layout of the the first floor. Located to the the main doors’ right is the stairs and to its left is the small living room. Across the living room is the dining room and opposite it is the kitchen and sink, all unpartitioned. At the end of the hall is a small stockroom, a bathroom/toilet and the back door of the house. Two big bedrooms are found upstairs, connected by a bathroom/toilet. The first room is occupied by my parents and the second room is occupied by my three younger siblings. For a person such as myself, who values privacy and solitude, the comfort of silence, and the embrace of big spaces, the place won’t really do. So I discussed my plans with my parents and decided to stay in the comfort of our own home. Everything went out according to plan, well maybe not everything, but most of it went out smoothly. After I discussed my ideas with my parents, they didn’t allow it at first due to various reasons. Our discussions went from possible accidents, to my carelessness, to possibilities of burglars’ stealing. After many debates by my parents and endless rebuttals from me, they ended up agreeing. My main point is that I want to teach myself the true value of responsibility and certainty in both my decisions I am going to make and actions I will take. To be able to prove myself that I am not growing up backwards and that I am already capable of crossing the bridge between that kid who needs nurturing and support from others, to that man who I want to be, that can nurture and support himself as well as others. Even though I am currently facing difficulties due to my decisions, I know that it is just temporary. With proper adjustment to the situation, a little bit of courage and pure stubbornness, and the guidance of my parents’ instilled knowledge and values, i know that all will bee fine and that I will never regret my decisions.     View high resolution

Living Independently

By: Nathaniel Damiano

During my previous school break, my parents decided to relocate our family again in a place closer to our schools and their offices. I understand that they want to do this in order to make it more comfortable for all of us, especially for my mother who is currently 7 months pregnant. While they were talking about this plan, I already had unpolished plans in my head of trying to live independently. I was thinking back then that I could improve more my management skills and be more organized and responsible with my actions if I had the opportunity to experience living alone.

As my parents’ discussions and planning turned to implementations, my own ideas became more concrete. I became more certain of this little scheme of mine when I saw the new place in which we were going to transfer at and will be calling our new home for some time. Mind you, it is a good and decent place to live in, but it was to small for a family of six turning seven.

From the main door you will be able to see the whole layout of the the first floor. Located to the the main doors’ right is the stairs and to its left is the small living room. Across the living room is the dining room and opposite it is the kitchen and sink, all unpartitioned. At the end of the hall is a small stockroom, a bathroom/toilet and the back door of the house. Two big bedrooms are found upstairs, connected by a bathroom/toilet. The first room is occupied by my parents and the second room is occupied by my three younger siblings. For a person such as myself, who values privacy and solitude, the comfort of silence, and the embrace of big spaces, the place won’t really do. So I discussed my plans with my parents and decided to stay in the comfort of our own home.

Everything went out according to plan, well maybe not everything, but most of it went out smoothly. After I discussed my ideas with my parents, they didn’t allow it at first due to various reasons. Our discussions went from possible accidents, to my carelessness, to possibilities of burglars’ stealing. After many debates by my parents and endless rebuttals from me, they ended up agreeing.

My main point is that I want to teach myself the true value of responsibility and certainty in both my decisions I am going to make and actions I will take. To be able to prove myself that I am not growing up backwards and that I am already capable of crossing the bridge between that kid who needs nurturing and support from others, to that man who I want to be, that can nurture and support himself as well as others.

Even though I am currently facing difficulties due to my decisions, I know that it is just temporary. With proper adjustment to the situation, a little bit of courage and pure stubbornness, and the guidance of my parents’ instilled knowledge and values, i know that all will bee fine and that I will never regret my decisions.    

thestaidlass: Happy All Saints Day :) Candles for the souls of the departed UNDAS 2011 View high resolution

thestaidlass:

Happy All Saints Day :)

Candles for the souls of the departed

UNDAS 2011

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Perceptions

thespartanwarrior:

What if your limitations were all an illusion? What if you were being held back, not by your circumstances, but by your mind? Though it is easy to recognize the perceptual bias of another, your own perceptions are more difficult to distinguish from reality.
 

In many ways the world you see is of your own making. Consider what that could mean. The obstacles you perceive may not really be there if you could get your mind beyond them. The limitations against which you struggle could be gone the instant you change your viewpoint.

What may appear to be cold, hard, immutable reality could melt away and be transformed by the power of your own perceptions. Though it is foolish to ignore reality, it is tragic to be frozen by it.

What if you could change the world and didn’t know it? What if you suddenly figured it out? Look beyond the obvious. Look beyond your assumptions. Step outside the window of your perceptions and marvel at the vastness of possibility.

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photojojo:

:)

Photo by Rob Palmer, via Zeutch.

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