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AN OLD SOUL What is an old soul? An old soul is often characterized as being someone who finds themselves alone and isolated to some extent.They’re wizened beyond their years seemingly from birth. But being an old soul comes with its own set of challenges. 1. People label you incorrectly. People are obsessed with labels. Are you a hippie? A hipster? Are you new age? Come on, you have to be something, right? Old souls are the hardest people to peg as belonging to a larger group because they tend to be unique. It’s like  they’re above labels. 2. You feel like the black sheep.   Old souls are great at building strong, meaningful relationships with people. They have this keen ability to appeal to a person’s heart. But there are a lot of superficial people in the world and many don’t want those kinds of relationships. It can make you feel isolated. 3. You’re easily drained emotionally. Old souls are the types who have seen it all and all they want is to

ENJOY WHERE YOU ARE There is nothing which is intrinsically enjoyable. What one person enjoys, another person despise.  Enjoyment is an abstract word as it means different things to different people. It comes from your attitude toward a particular situation, not the situation itself.Too many people search in vain for enjoyable activities, enjoyable relationships, enjoyable environments, enjoyable entertainment. A much more successful strategy would be to stop searching and start enjoying. Get yourself up to little things that really brings the smile to your face. The enjoyment in itself is not in the activity. The enjoyment is in you. your very core. yourself. It is best apt to put it this way, Be your own best friend and find happiness in yourself. Wherever you are, whatever you’re doing, find a way to enjoy it. Sure, it’s great when you aspire to bigger and better things. But don’t fool yourself into thinking that they’ll come pre-packaged with their own enjoyment

SHOULD I GIVE UP ON HUMANITY? The world is only a soulless place if you say it is. Sometimes, you just have to look a little harder. If you still only see black, make a spark to light the dark. Recently, I have been "losing faith in humanity", as dramatic as that sounds. Basically, there have just been days where I feel as if I can't trust anyone, and that everyone is so self absorbed, that the world is basically a fight for your own well-being and survival, wthout a shred of true human kindness towards others anywhere. That people only do things in order to get things. This was the mind set I was in when I went to work a few days ago. I work as a cashier. Generally, people simply want to get in and get out as fast as possible while spending the least amount of money possible, so usually, the customers I serve aren't the most pleasant people in the world. Because of this, I usually put on a "polite but emotionally distant" disguise on whil

14 steps to success in your career By  Andreas von der Heydt ·            When I was working in my first leadership role as a director of key account management at L´Oréal – and having been highly committed to manage a challenging business and a talented team – our baby daughter was diagnosed with craniosynostosis.  To avoid possible brain damages an immediate head surgery was required. As every parent would, my wife and I discussed with doctors and medical experts to find the right hospital and treatment. When I sat there one evening whilst our little one was crying in her rocking cradle, I was contemplating about the upcoming surgery and her future. I was sorrow-stricken and regretted the long hours I used to spend in the office, the countless business trips I had made, and not having been at home as often as I should have been. Of course, all of that with the very best intentions – To earn sufficient money for a good living, to finance our own home, to secure a pl

GOD'S WIFE An Eye Witness Account from New York City, on a cold day in December.  Hopefully, this is the kind of thing that happens frequently, everywhere…..  A little boy about 10 years old was standing before a shoe store on Broadway, barefooted, peering through the window, and shivering with cold. A lady approached the boy and said, “My little fellow, why are you looking so earnestly in that window?” “I was asking God to give me a pair of shoes,” was the boys reply. The lady  took him by the hand and went into the store, and asked the clerk to get half a dozen pairs of socks for the boy. She then asked if he could give her a basin of water and a towel he quickly brought them to her. She took the little fellow to the back part of the store and, removing her gloves, knelt down, washed his little feet and dried them with a towel. By this time the clerk had returned with the socks. Placing a pair upon the boy’s feet, she purchased him a pair of shoes, and tying up