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If one door closes, don't wait for another to open...Build a house!


We are not nearly as important as we think we are.

You need to understand this.

Live for your own damn happiness.

Not the validation or opinions of your neighbors or extended family...hell, not even from strangers.

People don’t care about you as much as you believe they do.

They are only curious....for a while.

They might gossip behind your back or to your hearing.

Not because you are too important.

But because they have nothing exciting or interesting in their lives to talk about.

Trust me on this...

They don’t wake up in the morning, thinking of you, your marriage and your future.

They are concerned with their own life.

You will trend o but las las you will expire in their mind and they will move on.

You are just a product they don't need with an expiry date in the minds of people.

So they will window shop you

Until their interest wanes or they see another more interesting me.

So knowing this, why then do you place people’s opinions over your present reality and experience?

Not everyone can or should afford your product.

Because you are a fucking first-class brand.

So second class citizens can and will never afford you.

You are not for everyone.

Learn to live in the miracle of your situation.

Sometimes, that separation is a miracle.

If one door closes, don't look for a spare key or a hammer

Let it close!!!

You probably don't need another door to open.

You need to build a fucking house.

And own all the damn doors in the building!!!

So don't go knocking on doors.

Let them come knocking on yours.

It's up to you now to choose who you let in.



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
Authorpreneur
www.ofunneceo.blogspot.com

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