Monday. Ugh!!! The very sound of the word make the mouths of many people go sour.
Monday is the reason why many people think they have the right to be cranky and assholes.
Monday is the reason why we have the right to make mistakes and feel like shit.
Why? Because it’s Monday. (more…)
Man you’s a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin’ at shit you can’t buy
Man you’s a window shopper
In the dealership tryna get a test drive
Do you know 50 Cent’s Window shopper? The song about the people that look from the window and dream about the things they can’t buy, they get mad at the people that can buy them?
This weekend my mom visited me. And because we couldn’t stay in the house all day, we went out. Specifically, we went to the mall, the preferred week-end location off everybody from Iasi. (more…)
Have you ever felt the need to talk with God?
I’m not referring to praying, am referring to real talk, a conversation between you and a higher power. It sounds silly, right? If I continue to write down this line you will probably think that I’m going crazy.
I felt the need to have this kind of chat. (more…)
Failure. Success. Fear of failure; fear of success. Somehow failure and success are interconnected like two sides of a coin, you can have heads or tails, but you can’t have them both. If you succeed, you didn’t fail, and the other way around.
After long introspection I’ve realized that I’m afraid of both. Strange isn’t it? And this fear is holding me back, blocking my path to, do you feel the irony, success. Fear of success it’s blocking my access to success. (more…)
I’m currently reading a very interesting book called “The subtle art of not giving a fuck”. A very interesting book I might add.
This book takes most of the common self-help/motivational agenda that we find in the books and send it down the drain.
One thing that I’ve read yesterday made me to wrote this article.
Most of use are pretty average at most things we do[…] (more…)
Ever since I’ve discovered stocks and financial markets I’ve desired to become a trader and a stock investor. And this happened around 7-8 years ago, when I was in 11th or 12th grade, I can’t remember exactly.
I remember that I was watching the stock market from here in Romania, checking how the stock were progressing and dreaming about having the money to own stocks in different companies. (more…)