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Mind your business...it pays better



Learn to define success in your own right and not on the might of others.

Success is whatever you want it to be and not what the society or your village people assume it should be.

If they complain that you talk too much, allow them, talk is free and it's your mouth not theirs.

If it leads you to failure then it's your mistake not theirs.
Own it!

It's bad to keep too many companies and friends, they say...

But don't be bothered, it's your life not theirs, if they lead you astray, go astray and find your way back.

Learn the lesson yourself.

If they say you spend too much, it's your money, you worked hard for it.

Don't feel bad for spending your own money.

Don't accept their advise, you didn't hire them to be your financial adviser, if you needed their expert advise, you'd have hired them, but you didn't because they are poor and insignificant and so is their opinion.

Their opinion doesn't matter.

Isn't it funny in life how those that matter don't mind and those that mind don't matter?

They are so caught up in everything you do, every step you take and every move you make is a topic of discussion.

They have become professionals in analysing your life. They even think they know how to be you, better than you.

Your success is your business, maybe if they pay as much attention to their own life one quarter of what they pay yours, perhaps they will be successful.

Perhaps...

Whatever their definition of success is to you or how you should be successful, shouldn't matter to you.

Your definition and yours only matter.

Your success is your business, mind it yourself and don't give someone the power and control over your business, let them mind theirs.

Everyone should just learn to mind their business.



Kingdavid Chinaeke Ofunne
The Authorpreneur

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