Thoughts of the Day

Posted: July 13, 2009 in New York Life
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I’ve been waiting. I’ve been waiting for someone to look at me and figure out who I am, what kind of person I am and what kind of qualifications and skill sets I have. I didn’t tell. I didn’t show. I never truly try hard enough to let people know who I am. As we all know, if you want to put your name out there, you have to speak up. Yes, the action of communication. I had a thought in my mind, yet I didn’t have an action: the action that connects my thought with others. That’s something I have been missing out. And ironically, that’s something I am supposed to be an expert at as a marketer and advertiser.

I like New York City. I always did. The city never disappointed me. Every time I was in the city, I felt a life. Music, Flashing club lights, people and even horrible traffics and congestion were the just ones of many charming pieces that complete the city of New York. All the different people that came from different part of the world are here touring, passing, drinking, singing, working and……living. Now I am one of them.

I ask myself why I am where I am. Of-course, the answer is quite simple. I’m here because I want to. I, too, came to New York City with many hopes and dreams. I know what I’m supposed to do to achieve my dreams. That’s a thought. The real question is, “am I doing what I’m supposed to be doing to achieve my dreams?” Yes, the action. Am I taking the actions that I need to be taking? Taking actions without thinking can be dangerous. Thinking without action may be safer, but it won’t get me nowhere. It’s time for me to take actions. I don’t know what will happen, but I know for sure nothing will ever happen if I don’t do anything. I have to move now.

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