No more Talking

Lion by Blake Meyer

Tongue, shaking, rolling, watering and shouting does nothing. It only moves and makes sounds. It doesn’t prove anything. It doesn’t mean anything. Used in isolation, it only makes Noise.

It needs a tremendous amount of actions before the tongue creates an impact. A lot of hard work to mirror your words with your actions. If your actions do not match your uttered small / minor words, it means you lack a huge amount of sobriety/ humility and wisdom.

Before moving further, let me tell you clearly, do not use tongue to make your point. Do Not!

Act

Typewriter by MILKOVÍ

This is more difficult, harder and heavier on your health. Acting and making a point is hard work. More difficult than earning bread for your family. More pushing than preparing for exams. More testing your nerves than most selfish acts.

The act, and making it meaningful, needs your selflessness. Any selfish act, the position, the rank, the wealth, never makes a point lasting long enough to really make a dent in your life’s span. People who walk a life for personal gains usually end up in crazy mesh of talks, noise and cribs.

Be selfless, walk straight, talk no more, run, hit, fall and fail. Let it all come attacking you down. You get defeated. You lose your job, in this fight. You lose you car, in this run. You lose your life, defending your purpose. And when you lose it all, say these words; “I will not Stop.”

The words will scratch “logic” off your words. It will not be butter coated, temporary, momentous or life less. It will not be low in tone. It will not be same plain old rotten whim. It will be a mirror to your life time of struggle. People will hang it up on their walls, find the meaning of your life, feel inspired and make your purpose a reality / a goal / an end for you. They will die for you, after your death. They will print your quote with your photo in the background.

People will respect your words.

Die

Grass by MILKOVÍ

I used to think, with out dying for your purpose, you can still hit your goals. You can still reach your destination. You can still find a burning desire inside you. But more I read people like Napoleon Bonaparte or Gandhi or Churchill, the more I find myself wrong. These people died for their purpose. At a young age, or an older age, they were willing to die for their goals.

Honestly, I am not yet willing to die for the purpose. At least, I find it fearful. I find bad thinking; I will lose my job, or car, or my laptop. I find, I am not yet ready to die for my purpose.

As I push it all forward, in open, at stake, on fire and open to judgment. I find, the zeal, the passion, the love. The sentences become structured. The body becomes obligated. The eye lines, the fingers and the wrinkles on face, speak only 1 thing, I will die, but I will not give up. If you don’t bring it on, the willingness to die for your purpose, you really feel lifeless.

Conclusion

Simple by MILKOVÍ

I am wrong, not brave, not crazy and not hard working. I am just that, some bones and flesh. I don’t find courage to run faster. I don’t find charisma to hit harder. I don’t find motives to fail longer. I don’t yet find the life, the fire, to make my life the way, I see my purpose.

These are talks. These hardly matter. These words do not carry a value. On the outside, this is a 129 day streak. A brand pushing forward. A conference coming up. On the envelop it is nothing, but part of an action. Inside, the meat, is not tasty, fruitful and helpful. Inside, it is just words and talks. These blogs are just that, words.

I say, stop talking, focus on your goal, walk this patchy road to lose chunks, the patches and the ornaments off your body. Walk this road, where you are snubbed, attacked, punched and ridiculed, and you do not talk. Walk this road, with patience, with love and with your life on the line. That your slight whims, breaths and sweats are heard carefully. Attentively. Boldly. And Bravely.