Tag Archive | Potentials

Tuesday Trickles – My Thinking Corner

Every Tuesday, I share snippets of thoughts that I call ‘My Thinking Corner.’

I would like to invite you to participate. The challenge is quite simple. You can check this link for more details.

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  • Keep reminding yourself that you’ve got unlimited potential.
  • Rejoice in your unlimitedness and know that within and before you lies infinite possibilities in every area.

Our minds are completely connected and serve as a guide to how we shape and reshape our lives and even our bodies to further achieve greater potentials. You can either spend your time griping and begrudging everything that’s not going as it should or you could spend your time expanding your thoughts, thinking about worthwhile experiences.

Loving yourself, living in the moment and dwelling on happy thoughts is the quickest route you can take to create or recreate a wonderful life for yourself.

Bisi shares snippets on how you can keep growing even with your wins and Oba’s wise thoughts on intentional living is worth keeping in mind.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Midnight Motivations and Musings 70

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Not all soil is good for planting due to its acidity or other toxic properties.

Likewise, not all circumstances that surround us will be supportive in nurturing you to the best of your potentials.

Sometimes, you have to make the smart decision and keep your dreams alive but away from toxicity.

Once you recognise such traits, it might not be easy to discard of such circumstances (they might be your family or job), but with wisdom, you can circumvent such characters and keep moving on without relent.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

Midnight Motivations and Musings #24

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So many latent talents lies in each and every one of us, so it always surprises me when someone says that they don’t have any talents.

That is an absolute lie. Every human was created equipped with a store house of dormant talents waiting to be tapped.

Some are out-rightly glaring in the face of the bearer and everybody around them, while some talents have to be discovered, developed and honed to bring out it’s optimum potential.

The more an iron is rubbed on a grinding stone, the sharper it becomes. When these potentials are not explored, the natural tendency is that it well remain stunted and never mature to any fruitful stage.

Some are simply too lazy to want to bother taking the time to think and find out that thing that really makes their heart sing.

In some cases, some move with whatever seems to be in vogue at that point in time.

Just because everybody else is doing it does not make it fit or right for you.

At the end of the day, when the movement becomes directionless and like driftwood, frustration sets in, time passes by and they wonder what happened to their lives.

It’s never too late to find and enjoy the talents that have been poured into you. Age notwithstanding.

It’s only too late when life is gone and the grave yard becomes the depository of potentials which have been allowed to go to waste.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

P.S. check the word talent and latent… can you see that they both spell the same.

To Chase A Dream… a short story

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For quite a while, she stands at the breezy quay watching the boat weave its way gradually away from the shores; every watery mile creates more distance between them.

The aquamarine gray water is calm and the weather quite pleasant, but, Madeline’s thoughts are far from calm.

She is not so sure that her decision to send him away is the right one and even as the white stern of the Wayfarer moves beyond swimming reach, she feels a powerful urge to call him back.

Her boy’s waving hands are now a speck in the far distance (in her motherly mind, he is still her little lad who clutched onto her for guidance).

She wants so much for him. A brighter future she sees in his tomorrow and their small fishing town is nowhere to chase his dreams.

Her hope is that under the Maestro’s tutelage, he would rise to his true potentials like his late Papa.

With a heavy sigh and a whispered prayer, she trudges up the stony pavement back to her cottage.

It will be a lonely time she thinks to herself.

© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha

In response to prompt photo from The Storytellers Abode for Flash Fiction For Aspiring Writers. Thank you Louise and Priceless Joy for providing this platform.

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