(KP-12) If You Want to Succeed, First Become Consistent and Patient
Story of Sangita who became a farmer | Alan Watts telling us Why Life is Not a Journey | A poem by David Whyte thanking everyday sounds.
Life Lesson
This week’s lesson is more of a realization.
If you have to succeed in anything that you want to build of your own, you will have to be consistent and patient.
Whether you want to build a readership, a successful YouTube channel, a well-performing website, earn your living making music, build a unicorn startup, or anything, you have to show up daily and you need to be patient and persevere.
Don’t expect to get overnight success. It takes time. A lot of time most of the time.
After all, Rome wasn’t built in a day.
Positive Feel-Good Story
By now, I have seen and read countless stories of people bouncing back from adversities, major tragic life events. And just how they bounce back!
Such is the story of Smt. Sangita Pingale, a farmer from Matori village in Nashik.
Suppose you are a woman. God forbid, but after losing your husband, father-in-law, and a child, what would you do?
It would be natural to be in a state of shock, disbelief, and devastation. But you either choose to remain in that state or rebound from the tragedy.
That’s what Smt. Sangita did.
She took a loan and borrowed some money from her cousins and started farming.
She chose to farm because she was told that farming isn’t meant for women. She wanted to prove ‘them’ wrong and she did!
Now, she is making Rs. 25-30 lacs per annum producing 800-1000 tonnes of grapes every year in her vineyard. She rides a two-wheeler and a tractor, all by herself.
Isn’t it amazing and inspiring!?
Book/Video/Podcast Suggestion
This week I am going to share with you some teachings from Alan Watts in which he exhorts that life is not a journey to undertake to one day arrive at a destination but in fact, life is a song or a dance that is lived just for the sake of it.
Quote/Poem
This is a poem by David Whyte from "The Bell and The Blackbird”
I thank you,
for the smallest sound,
for the way my ears open
even before my eyes,
as if to remember
the way everything began
with an original, vibrant, note,
and I thank you for this
everyday original music,
always being rehearsed,
always being played,
always being remembered
as something new
and arriving, a tram line
below in the city street,
gull cries, or a ship’s horn
in the distant harbour,
so that in waking I hear voices
even where there is no voice
and invitations where
there is no invitation
so that I can wake with you
by the ocean, in summer
or in the deepest seemingly
quietest winter,
and be with you
so that I can hear you
even with my eyes closed,
even with my heart closed,
even before I fully wake.
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