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  • Believe it or not, the single most important component of goal setting is simply to write down your goals. Merely writing goals down increases your odds of achieving them by 42%. Failure is afraid of written goals, just as people are afraid of snakes. That is why Scripture says, 'Write the vision, make it plain'-Habakkuk 2:2. When your vision is put in writing, your mind acquires the type of clarity that makes implementing it as clear as day. When you write your goals, you also right your life.
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  • _Dead Land_

    Dr. Aisha Mohammed stood at the edge of the desert, gazing out at the endless dunes. Her team clustered around her, eager to begin their expedition.

    "Today, we embark on a journey into the unknown," Aisha declared, her voice carrying across the sand. "A place where few have ventured and none have returned."

    The team exchanged nervous glances. They had heard whispers about the Dead Land – a forsaken wasteland in northern Nigeria, shrouded in mystery and terror.

    As they ventured deeper, the landscape shifted from sand to ash, and the air thickened with an otherworldly stench.

    "Something's not right here," whispered Umar, a young geologist.

    Aisha dismissed his concerns. "It's just the harsh environment."

    But Umar's words proved prophetic.

    They discovered ancient ruins, shrouded in an eternal mist. The structures seemed to writhe, as if alive.

    Night fell, and the team camped nearby. The mist crept in, shrouding their tents.

    Screams pierced the darkness. Nneoma, a team member, was gone.

    Aisha's search party found Nneoma's corpse, twisted into an unnatural pose. Her eyes had turned to black coal.

    The team fled, but the Dead Land seemed to shift, trapping them.

    One by one, they vanished.

    Aisha stumbled upon an ancient text etched into the ruins: "This land devours souls."

    As she read, the ash beneath her feet began to stir. Hands burst forth, dragging her down.

    Aisha's screams echoed through the desert.

    Days passed. Rescue teams combed the desert, searching for Aisha's team.

    Instead, they found a lone journal, buried in the ash.

    Aisha's handwriting revealed the horrific truth:

    "We shouldn't have come... The Dead Land is hungry... I've seen the others... They're not human anymore... I'm next..."

    The final entry read:

    "I'm now part of the Dead Land."

    Rescue teams retreated, leaving the Dead Land to its eternal, terrifying secrets.

    Years later, travelers reported strange occurrences in the desert – whispers in the wind, shadows moving in the ash.

    Some claimed to have seen Aisha's ghostly figure, forever trapped in the Dead Land.

    Others whispered of an ancient curse, awakened by Aisha's team.

    The Dead Land remained, a haunted monument to the horrors that lurked beyond the edge of the world.
    _Dead Land_ Dr. Aisha Mohammed stood at the edge of the desert, gazing out at the endless dunes. Her team clustered around her, eager to begin their expedition. "Today, we embark on a journey into the unknown," Aisha declared, her voice carrying across the sand. "A place where few have ventured and none have returned." The team exchanged nervous glances. They had heard whispers about the Dead Land – a forsaken wasteland in northern Nigeria, shrouded in mystery and terror. As they ventured deeper, the landscape shifted from sand to ash, and the air thickened with an otherworldly stench. "Something's not right here," whispered Umar, a young geologist. Aisha dismissed his concerns. "It's just the harsh environment." But Umar's words proved prophetic. They discovered ancient ruins, shrouded in an eternal mist. The structures seemed to writhe, as if alive. Night fell, and the team camped nearby. The mist crept in, shrouding their tents. Screams pierced the darkness. Nneoma, a team member, was gone. Aisha's search party found Nneoma's corpse, twisted into an unnatural pose. Her eyes had turned to black coal. The team fled, but the Dead Land seemed to shift, trapping them. One by one, they vanished. Aisha stumbled upon an ancient text etched into the ruins: "This land devours souls." As she read, the ash beneath her feet began to stir. Hands burst forth, dragging her down. Aisha's screams echoed through the desert. Days passed. Rescue teams combed the desert, searching for Aisha's team. Instead, they found a lone journal, buried in the ash. Aisha's handwriting revealed the horrific truth: "We shouldn't have come... The Dead Land is hungry... I've seen the others... They're not human anymore... I'm next..." The final entry read: "I'm now part of the Dead Land." Rescue teams retreated, leaving the Dead Land to its eternal, terrifying secrets. Years later, travelers reported strange occurrences in the desert – whispers in the wind, shadows moving in the ash. Some claimed to have seen Aisha's ghostly figure, forever trapped in the Dead Land. Others whispered of an ancient curse, awakened by Aisha's team. The Dead Land remained, a haunted monument to the horrors that lurked beyond the edge of the world.
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  • AGING....
    You grow old, they told me, you are no longer you, you become distant, sad and lonely.
    I didn't answer...
    I don't get old, I get wise.
    I stopped being what others like me to become, but what I like to be.
    I stopped seeking the acceptance of others and accepted myself.
    I have left behind the lying mirrors that deceive mercilessly.
    - No, I'm not getting old.
    I just become more selective with places, people, customs and ideologies.
    I have let go of attachments, unnecessary pain, toxic people, sick souls and rotten hearts... bitterness and unhappiness are not for me, I release them for my health.
    I'm ditching party nights for learning and embracing insomnia.
    I stopped living stories and started writing them, I threw aside the imposed stereotypes.
    I no longer carry eyeshadow in my bag, now I have a book that beautifies my mind.
    I exchanged wine glasses for coffee cups, forgot to idealize life and started living it.
    - No, I'm not getting old.
    I carry freshness in my soul, innocence in my heart, and it discovers me daily.
    I have in my hands the tenderness of a cocoon that, when opened, will spread its wings to other places unreachable for those who seek only the frivolity of the material.
    I have that charming smile on my face when I observe the simplicity of nature.
    I carry in my ears the chirping of the birds that delight me and accompany the walk.
    - No, I'm not getting old.
    I become selective, betting my time on the intangible, rewriting the story I've been told, rediscovering worlds, saving those old books I've forgotten half open.
    I'm becoming more cautious, I've stopped the outbursts that teach me nothing, I'm learning to talk about transcendent things, I'm learning to cultivate knowledge, plant ideals and falsify my destiny.
    - No, I'm not getting old.
    I begin to live who I really am.~
    ~Bianka Luz
    AGING.... You grow old, they told me, you are no longer you, you become distant, sad and lonely. I didn't answer... I don't get old, I get wise. I stopped being what others like me to become, but what I like to be. I stopped seeking the acceptance of others and accepted myself. I have left behind the lying mirrors that deceive mercilessly. - No, I'm not getting old. I just become more selective with places, people, customs and ideologies. I have let go of attachments, unnecessary pain, toxic people, sick souls and rotten hearts... bitterness and unhappiness are not for me, I release them for my health. I'm ditching party nights for learning and embracing insomnia. I stopped living stories and started writing them, I threw aside the imposed stereotypes. I no longer carry eyeshadow in my bag, now I have a book that beautifies my mind. I exchanged wine glasses for coffee cups, forgot to idealize life and started living it. - No, I'm not getting old. I carry freshness in my soul, innocence in my heart, and it discovers me daily. I have in my hands the tenderness of a cocoon that, when opened, will spread its wings to other places unreachable for those who seek only the frivolity of the material. I have that charming smile on my face when I observe the simplicity of nature. I carry in my ears the chirping of the birds that delight me and accompany the walk. - No, I'm not getting old. I become selective, betting my time on the intangible, rewriting the story I've been told, rediscovering worlds, saving those old books I've forgotten half open. I'm becoming more cautious, I've stopped the outbursts that teach me nothing, I'm learning to talk about transcendent things, I'm learning to cultivate knowledge, plant ideals and falsify my destiny. - No, I'm not getting old. I begin to live who I really am.~ ~Bianka Luz
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  • When writing the story of your life, don’t let anyone else hold the pen.
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  • WHY YOU SHOULD START READING.

    1. READ TO Acquire knowledge.

    2. READ TO Improve memory.

    3. READ TO Strengthen critical and Analytical skills.

    4. READ TO Advance your career.

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    WHY YOU SHOULD START READING. 1. READ TO Acquire knowledge. 2. READ TO Improve memory. 3. READ TO Strengthen critical and Analytical skills. 4. READ TO Advance your career. 5. READ TO Improve writing skills. 6. READ TO Reduce stress and anxiety. 7. READ TO Improve focus and concentration. 8. READ TO Boost Inspiration and Motivation. 9. READ TO Learn at your own pace. 10. READ TO Stimulate Imagination. 11. READ TO Improve conversation skills. 12. READ TO Become more empathetic. 13. READING HELPS you Sleep better. 14. READING helps you secure a Source of companionship. 15. READING Increases your lifespan. 16. READING Connects you to the right people.
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  • I had a dream about you. You were writing names and numbers in a book, and I asked if that was a phone book or the Book of Life. You answered in a way that blinded me with light, and I grew afraid. So I said, “Hey, what is that over there?” and I pointed over your shoulder, and when you turned to look I scribbled my name on the bottom of page one.
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  • Your current circumstances are part of your redemption story He is writing.
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