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Writing is embedded in my soul. It comes through me like water from a fountain, love from my heart. It is why I exist and why I write, in any shape and form – freelance, for free, for my job, my blog. I have a message and my purpose is to share a story with the written word.

 

This songs explains it best:

Can’t let another day pass by
Without doing what I feel inside
Cause it’s embedded in my soul
The day I stop will be the day I turn cold
Let you know I’m breaking out of that hole
And let go

So I can be free
To do what means most to me
And you can look back one day and know I shared with you my gift
I hope you wouldn’t think I’d just leave
Pack up and roll up my sleeve
Give it all up and leave for nothing and take with me all I got to give

  • Excerpt from Clap Again, by Akon

 

Writing is embedded in my soul. It comes through me like water from a fountain, love from my heart. It is why I exist and why I write, in any shape and form – freelance, for free, for my job, my blog. I have a message and my purpose is to share a story with the written word.

What’s embedded in YOUR soul?

Your gift to the world doesn’t have to be a talent. It’s something that many people are already doing, but YOU do it differently. Yours is unique because it comes from YOU. The world doesn’t need another Richard Branson or Albert Einstein or Venus Williams.

The world needs better.

The world wants unique.

The world needs you.

You can be free!

After 31 years I am free. I know my gift. I’ve had it since I was twelve, when I wrote a school essay and the teachers were so impressed with my creativity the paper was passed on from teacher to teacher. Back then, students and teachers asked me who helped me with the essay, they were sure it couldn’t have come from me.

It was all me. I didn’t realise my gift back then.

I received affirmation of my gift yet again four years later at 16 and in grade eleven. My geography teacher (now an acclaimed journalist, Mr Julian Jansen, thumbs up!) enlisted us in an essay competition. The topic I chose: Water in the year 2020. The essay won me a trip to the Pilanesberg Nature Reserve with the other winners from all over the country.

Again, I was shown a glimpse of my gift but I ignored the signs and my gift went un-nurtured for years.

Copy the process to success

You envy the next best writer, singer, actor, and millionaire and then you try to copy their success.

Your gift is different from theirs.

Copy their process. Their blood, sweat and tears they shed.

The persistence.

The perseverance.

The resilience.

Their failures.

Their disappointments.

It all happened and it’s what made their outcome successful. Treat your gift like a scientist treats his experiments. Document everything, especially the failures. Then learn from it and try again.

 

Copy that, rinse and repeat.

You find your freedom when you find your gift. Know the signs and then own it. Do your best to nurture it.

Don’t let it pass you by.

Share your gift. The world is waiting.

 

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