So Dave won the South African Idols by a fine margin. He won. Proves that dreams do come true. The raw masculinity will be around for sale for sometime to come, God willing. And that I was right. (Okay it was a really good guess).
My husband's cousin was retrenched and started a chicken rearing business. Contract farming I think they call it. I was impressed with what he is doing. Not only does he not behave like other indigenous operators in the country, he has got more business sense than most people I know. He is salaried like his partner and employees and the profits made are geared towards expanding the business. He has a vision of owning a national business which rivals that of the giants Irvine's. I am sure he will do it if he keeps up the discipline that he has now. Maybe he will lose his way once he has pockets of money but I bet he wont.
It is often sad that we lose our way and fail to distinguish dreams from reality. As kids we have fantastic dreams; we dream of being truck drivers because we like the sound of the horn, we dream of being teachers because we want to beat up kids like we were beaten up by our teachers, we want to drive the garbage truck because we like the way other cars just make way for the big truck full of rubbish. We dream and dream and then we grow up and like they say, reality bites.
Dreams are achievable but there are fantasies. Very few of us can distinguish reality from the fantasies. We yearn for the forbidden, the unachievable because like little children we want to play with fire. When we fantasise, we do it because it makes us feel good. We take flights of fancy because reality is all so unfulfilling. But there should be boundaries. fantasies should stay like that. It is when we act on our fantasies that all hell breaks loose. That is when we hurt others and ourselves in the long run.
So ask yourself if the fantasy you have is really worth the risk.
Peace,
fadz
My husband's cousin was retrenched and started a chicken rearing business. Contract farming I think they call it. I was impressed with what he is doing. Not only does he not behave like other indigenous operators in the country, he has got more business sense than most people I know. He is salaried like his partner and employees and the profits made are geared towards expanding the business. He has a vision of owning a national business which rivals that of the giants Irvine's. I am sure he will do it if he keeps up the discipline that he has now. Maybe he will lose his way once he has pockets of money but I bet he wont.
It is often sad that we lose our way and fail to distinguish dreams from reality. As kids we have fantastic dreams; we dream of being truck drivers because we like the sound of the horn, we dream of being teachers because we want to beat up kids like we were beaten up by our teachers, we want to drive the garbage truck because we like the way other cars just make way for the big truck full of rubbish. We dream and dream and then we grow up and like they say, reality bites.
Dreams are achievable but there are fantasies. Very few of us can distinguish reality from the fantasies. We yearn for the forbidden, the unachievable because like little children we want to play with fire. When we fantasise, we do it because it makes us feel good. We take flights of fancy because reality is all so unfulfilling. But there should be boundaries. fantasies should stay like that. It is when we act on our fantasies that all hell breaks loose. That is when we hurt others and ourselves in the long run.
So ask yourself if the fantasy you have is really worth the risk.
Peace,
fadz
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