S(h)ort-of Book Review & Why Books On Recurring Themes Don’t Suck

It's Not How Good You Are, It's How Good You Want To BeIt’s Not How Good You Are, It’s How Good You Want To Be by Paul Arden
My rating: 4 of 5 stars

So I read this book by Paul Arden a few days back, and I’m still in an absolutely inspired mood. Paul, being an advertising legend, writes from experience and makes this book so much interesting.

There were a few new takeaways for me. And there were a lot of those well established wisdom such as: take risks, work hard, be curious, keep failing, make mistakes, yadda yadda. You know, right? The sort of wisdom that must be sent into our subconscious time and again to make them a habit.

In any case, it’s not that long a book, so a quick repeat wisdom wouldn’t hurt anybody, right?

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The rest of the blog post is about those few reviews that really put me off.

I’m surprised by a few remarks about this book being repetitive. More specifically, people seem disappointed by the recurring nature of the advice in “these kind of books”.

And while I agree to that remark in particular, I strongly stand against their tone of disrespect toward the book and the author.

Honestly, what else do you expect? Most successful people share a similar characteristics and, one way or another, go on to face similar adversities which they overcome with similar sort of mentality and actions — no matter what their industry or field may be.

And, perhaps, we are forgetting the whole point of reading “these” books. We read them because they are insights into the mind of the authors. Authors who are legends of their respective field.

We read to understand their thinking process, their beliefs, their values.

The authors provide us ‘mentorship’ through these books.

And do you reject being mentored by great minds, the legends, just because you’ve heard their “advice” somewhere else?

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And that’s all there is to my rant. Thank you for listening.

Will You Ever Burn Out?

 

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You wake up at 7
Go learn something new
A class, a lecture, or a stroll through the nature
Whatever

You do this up until the day job begins
Somewhere around 10, maybe
Then for over next 10 hours or so
You work your socks off
Say till around 9?

You come back home
All fucked up
Tired as anything
Wanting only to embrace the pillow

But you don’t
Because there’s that devil inside you
That devil who wants you to go on
That devil who knows what you truly want

Its name is Passion
And as long as it burns inside
It won’t let you burn out

So you go on
As long as its possible
Defying the science of stupid
Ignoring the discomfort
Embracing the fear
Accepting uncertainty
You keep at it
Whatever it is that you love
Draw, write, compose?
You stick to it
And flesh out your creation
You cure your itch
Until that devil Passion is satisfied
Until it finally allows you to sleep
And sleep you do!
Oh so soundly

Until the next morn
When you wake up at 7

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The answer is for you to decide. Will you ever burn out?

 

Celestial Vessel (Revisited with Drawing Everyday)

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She slips inside in sleepless nights
Smiles on me her celestial lights
The blaze of sun and the glaze of moon
She shows them all and leaves just as soon

She moves amidst those dancing shadows
As if she owns me, around she wallows
Whispering thoughts that’s just my kind
I wonder ofttimes if she reads my mind

When the dawn hits, she’s no more there
Conjured of thoughts, she’s not so real
A spirit, a musing, a fantasy, if you will
Only her touch left behind for me to feel

That’s when I pen her down
And all her whispering
Those genius words!
Those genuine thoughts!
I bleed them all out
For the world to see
And to think I’m a genius!
There can be no greater sin.

I am but a vessel
A simple messenger
Hers
For it is I
who can see her, hear her, feel her
So it is I
who must present her beauty to all
Her beauty
Her words
Her thoughts
It’s not me
Oh, not me!
I am but a messenger
I am but a vessel.

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(I posted this poem waaaaayyyyyyyyyy back, but it went well with the sketch I did today, so… that’s that.)

A (BIASED) TAKE ON: Laziness and Shortcuts

BLOG POST IN A NUTSHELL: Intro into how I love shortcuts – the dual attitude toward it – something that Bill Gates said (completely distorted for my self-fulfilling purpose) – and a (biased) conclusion on why we need Shortcuts. 

True story.

True story.

So my Dad asks me to switch on a particular button on this extension-cord the other day. It takes me a quick scan of the floor, twice, to pinpoint the location of this Extension. I stood directly above it.

Turning it on meant I had to stoop over.

Bam! Without even thinking, I use the toe of my feet.

But there were too many plugs already inserted and hitting the right button meant I had to successfully guide my toe in between two thick power plugs. It was impossible.

So being the creative boy I was, I used my second-most strong finger — the index of the feet.

Click. The switch glows red. I smile. El victorioso!

I turned around to find my father staring at me with such a disgust, you might as well have thought I’d smacked a baby in the face.

I paused. “What?”

“It’s not that low, and you, for sure, are not that tall. I don’t think it’s that hard to bend down a little, is it?”

I consider that a moment. And decide he is wrong. I am tall.

Relatively.

And it isn’t about how difficult or easy it is to bend my body. It is about, Isn’t there a quicker way to do it?

But I end up giving lame excuses about how creative my mind is, and some lousy metaphor regarding why go to the pizza store when you can dial the number and order it home. However, I fail to deliver it with any conviction, so end up getting a disapproving shake of my father’s head and a notable disappointment.

But all this only leaves me thinking. Man, on a better day, I could have just gotten away with the same thing by coming off as smart.

Like, what if we were caught up by bandits, hands tied, and our only survival depended upon pressing that one red button on the power cable full of too many plugs? That’s… a… possibility. Right?

Anyway. This brings me to think about this dual attitude toward “Shortcuts.” On one side, they are the sure-short sign of the lazy. While on the other, they are the super-tool of the smart.

So, combining the above two, can’t we safely deduce that “shortcuts” are smart works of the lazy minds?

Hmmm

Hmmm

Now you maybe smart but if you aren’t a tad bit lazy, you won’t go for the shortcuts. Similarly, if you’re just lazy and not smart, you’d ignore the task altogether than search for the easiest way out.

Here’s the wisdom of ages, folks… striking that sweet balance is important.

Mr. Bill Gates… invariantly said, “I choose a lazy person to do the hard job… they always find the easiest way to do it.”

There are many propagators of “Shortcuts”. But the most popular one (and the only one I can remember) has to be our very own, the champion of the geeks, Mr. Bill Gates, who invariantly said, I choose a lazy person to do the hard job… they always find the easiest way to do it.”

Find the easiest way to do a difficult job!

I don’t know about you, but that’s just plain creativity for me.

So if that’s the case, wouldn’t it suggest that being lazy gives you an opportunity to be creative. I won’t daresay that it confirms creativity. But it opens a window. It hints that your brain might have been designed to come up with beautiful shortcuts to adapt to the laid-back nature of your body. It’s basic survival tactics, friends. Like humans dropping their tails over the years as it turned increasingly useless.

Not much differently, lazy people develop creativity because their lazy body demands it.

So it’s not totally bad to be lazy. In fact, we need the lazy. We need more people coming up with shortcuts. Things get invented when people start thinking of shortcuts. Things like calculators.

See… all I’m really trying to say is… well, if you really want to eat that pizza… just dial the number, man.

Laziness Level: 100

Laziness Level: 100