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Listen to the voice of growth

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WHO DO YOU LISTEN TO?

One of the most important questions we must answer in life, is not asked in words, and cannot be answered in words, but in moments of decision, and at crossroads. When you stand at the edge of a new beginning or in the thick of a difficult fight, and a critical decision is to be made, you are faced with the question, who do I listen to?

You hear the Critics, their voices are sharp, and precise. They magnify your flaws skillfully; they tell you where you have failed, what you cannot do, and why it is too risky. Listen them only for a moment, let their words serve as a checklist on your journey, not a life sentence. Acknowledge the truth in their warnings, then use it to build a solid plan. You must never give them the keys to the engine room of your ship; they are observers, not navigators.

You hear the Cheerleaders, with warm, and buoyant voices, they cheer you on. They see your potential even when you don't. They encourage you to push forward, when you think you can't. Listen to them for fuel, they remind you of the light you carry, when you feel dim, but you must be careful not to be dependent on their applause. Your worth is not measured by the volume of their support. Their role is to hold the mirror, not to become the reflection.

There are also crowds, carrying whistles, and megaphones, making noises, and singing your name. But who do you listen to? Listen, to the builders, the ones that help you grow; listen to life, it will show you where to go; and listen to yourself, you have the instinct, the pre-installed map, your heart already knows what it wants, and it will lead you there. Turn down the volume on the critics, appreciate but don't depend on the cheerleaders, and acknowledge but don't obey the crowd. In your quiet space, tune in, and listen to the steady beat of your own heart. Listen to the wisdom of those who build with you; listen to the call of your own growth.


To a better you, Kamikun John.

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