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In the course of 2017, I encountered people, and whatever they whispered to me inspired the way I had to define life. 
Mirrored perspectives but with superior insight into my life goals, the target must stay in sight. 

The lady looked at me, his face beaming with rays of jubilation like a business guru who won a lifetime contract. 
He said, young man "Run your life as a business investment. 
There would be times you would lose and it will seem you lost everything. 
Other times you will stay afloat, you can neither sink deep nor gather momentum to shoot into the midst of the blazing stars. 
Nonetheless, those days would come when things will fall in their rightful places, and you would be on top of the whole world". 

Just like hearing the bell for change lesson from the strategic business lecture to life management skills, she launched into the deep. 
Though I could hear her I had to move a step up and listen in order to understand as I glued the pieces together with my homemade starch. She's not just down to earth but she threads with caution not to stumble. 
Introducing what she calls the 'In-Process-Out' theory, I simply could relate to her explanations. 
If my life was a company, what would be my value proposition that must translate into my unique selling propositions in every sphere I find myself. 
You have to get this straight she said "the value of your company (life) is your investment minus your output or profit. 
It's undisputed that a person with a plan is difficult to derail from the journey, so you must keep defining your life's vision until it gets smaller and focused. 
Create rapport, and be a people person because the kind of capital you need in the times ahead is human capital. 
You will need people to become sustainable but do not depend entirely on them, they might fail you".

That is my highlight!

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