Zodiac readings often end up being spot on because people become what they believe they will become. People with good readings get energized and go after their dreams full of confidence, and people with bad readings give up at the first hurdle, negative thoughts clouding their head, “It is as predicted…  it really is playing out. Why bother? I’m going to fail anyway. I’ll try again next year.”

The potency of a negative thought feeds off the strength your mind assigns to it. Don’t let a bunch of stars millions of light years away captain your life. If the scales are tipped against your favour, just scale harder. Make your future. And lets show 2012 what 1975 can do. Yichalal!

What is sad about this picture is that if you look at the reflection in the droplet, the world is upside down, and it looks as if the ant is trying, with its own might, to set it the right side up. No matter how hard it tries, it will never succeed. And no matter how monumental a task, no matter how futile it may seem, it will not stop trying. And neither should we.

The solution here, if we wanted to help this ant out, is not for us to help it roll the droplet, but for us to flip our world around.

* Image shared by Sherry Boyd through We Are Here To Inspire

I’m so battle-worn from 2011, I haven’t the energy to contemplate 2012.

In the past, I used to think up resolutions a couple weeks before the New Year arrived. I’ll say to myself:
New year.
New beginning.
New opportunity to make things happen.
Let’s start it off with a bang and let the momentum carry me through.

And the minute I locked down what my resolutions were going to be, I’d just run out the clock, and start afresh the following year.

This year, I’m not going to do that.  I’m not going to write off 2011 while it’s 2011. And if there’s something I’d like to do in 2012, I’ll start doing it now (unless of course it is the London Olympics that I’m taking part in).

I don’t need a sky full of fireworks to be my green light. I am my own green light.

I’m going into the future. You coming?

But still, I am here. Diminished… but still here.

Real world heroes vs comic book heroes… yes, there are similarities between them, but the main difference is this. With comic book heroes, more prominence is given to their abilities, whereas with real life heroes, it is about the qualities they possess.

Heroes inspire you to be better than who you are, and every now and then, when you need them the most, they swoop in and rescue you. Heroes earn their badges doing different things. And because we are all different, one person’s hero may not be another’s. To some, the Dalai Lama is a hero. To others it may be Steve Jobs, New York Firemen, or Mother Theresa.

For me, my hero is my son, Oliver. I tell ya, his laughter can power a thousand light bulbs, and he is my fuel. There are things in our world that I fight very hard for, good things. And I do it because of him. He is a huge influence on my life, as all heroes are, and I owe him for who I am today.

Children make parents out of normal people, and their dependence on you forces you to be less self-destructive, because you know you have to be there for them. Comic book heroes may be able to save me from goblins and robots and giant land octopuses, but they can’t protect me from that most destructive villain of all – MYSELF.

My Oliver can.