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The gate at my kids' daycare is a Wailing Wall. I don't know if it's some kind of group therapy or what, but people there just can't stop complaining:
Whatever. But, I’m sure you know that complaining isn’t something exclusive to parents. Complains have been institutionalized. In today's society, defeatism is the norm…. and you’ll see once that Trump wins or Kamala wins the election… just wait and see. But think of this for a moment. Most people hear the alarm, get out of bed, and drag themselves to the bathroom. Cold water, bad coffee, and off to work. A quick break for lunch and back to work again. Then they come home tired. Shower, TV, bed, and back on the hamster wheel… start all over again. And so it goes almost every damn day of their lives. Even though a day has 24 hours, they barely find time to spend some quality moments with their kids, exercise, read, or simply do nothing. Because make no mistake, touching your balls for leisure doing nothing else is true health. But no… Always in a rush. Always doing things they’d rather not be doing. Always hoping to win the lottery. Always hoping to have more money. Always the same story. Every day, always the same. And you know what’s worst? Something very curious happens with these people. Despite their obvious discontent, despite living in a constant state of complaint, only a minority actually do something to change it. The rest, without moving more muscles than their tongue, revel in their dissatisfaction, their complaints, their misery. "Everything sucks." From the couch of lamentations. With the news on, or Netflix on, or ice cream on. If you need some vitamins for your brain that can keep you out of the hamster wheel, I can propose you this. ​Join my mentorship - Only $24.90 - LAUNCHING PRICE​ PD 1: If you liked this email, don't keep it in secret and forward it to a friend. They will thank you enormously one day. PD 2: If somebody has sent you this email and you want to receive emails like this yourself, visit vicentevalencia.com PD 3: If you want unsubscribe, click the link below. |
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