I promise myself by Christian D. Larson
To be so strong that nothing can disturb my peace of mind.
To talk health, happiness, and prosperity to every person I meet.
To make all my friends feel that there is something worthwhile in them.
To look at the sunny side of everything and make my optimism come true.
To think only of the best, to work only for the best and to expect only the best.
To be just as enthusiastic about the success of others as I am about my own.
To forget the mistakes of the past and press on to the greater achievements of the future.
To wear a cheerful expression at all times and give a smile to every living creature I meet.
To give so much time to improving myself that I have no time to criticize others.
To be too large for worry, too noble for anger, too strong for fear, and too happy to permit the presence of trouble.
To think well of myself and to proclaim this fact to the world, not in loud words, but in great deeds.
To live in the faith that the whole world is on my side, so long as I am true to the best that is in me.
I wish I were at peace. I wish I were at peace with myself. I wish I were better. Better person.
I always wish I were better.
No matter how much soul I put to my work…No matter how great the result is. It does not matter…because I know that I could do better. That doesn’t let me enjoy it.
From one point of view it is good. Because I always have to work to do something better than I did it before.
From the other point of view it is bad because I wish I could enjoy myself, my success and my work.
It has to be some kind of rule. When should we be satisfied with our work? When is the time that we let go?
The only advice for myself and for everyone that is reading my post now, is that you should do your best at everything that you do, and let the the magic happen. And enjoy every bit of it!
This one is a real challenge! First thing first: I don’t drink, but I liked this Ernest Hemingway saying . And second: I cannot consider myself as a writer, I wish I could but the truth is that I think I don’t know how to add some style in my writings. I try to write about self improvement, I try tell my stories in order to help others learn from my experience. But when it comes to adding some style to my writing, my mind is numb, and words do not come to my mind.
I am a passionate reader. When I begin to read something I don’t rest until I reach the end. I love those kind of writing style that doesn’t leave you alone until you have read the hole story. But unfortunately I don’t have that talent to express myself that way.
But I believe that in time my writing will improve. I believe that practice makes perfect. Even though I don’t dare to write a story of my taste, I will continue writing.