DON'T LET OPINIONS LIMIT YOUR POTENTIALS.

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I get to talk with people in the course of what I do, so I would say by the grace of God, the many feathers God keep adding to my hat tag along with a bonus gift of meeting people of diverse background, disposition and rare talents. I see people move from little beginnings to launching out big, and I also see people who never want to move beyond a certain level, while some people don't want to even move at all.  And It just dawned on me that the underlining factor here, is 'Mindset'.

   Every battle ever won or lost, began from the mind.

Question is, what would you rather see? What would you rather settle for?

 Would you rather trade your potentials for an opinion that doesn't even count? They tell you that you are a joker, that you won't go far! They tell you that you should go find something useful to do with your life, that your dreams won't materialise to anything tangible, just because it doesn't align with their expectation or standard, and then you lock up! You withdraw! Can't you see what you are allowing? In case you haven't realised, people will always have opinions, oh yes! But guess what? You ultimately, decide what affects or influences your mindset. It's high time you begin to x-ray your association, sieve your circle of friends, and help your story progress. No one ! Can stop you, unless you endorse it. Focus is key... don't allow opinions becloud your vision..

Don't let opinions limit your potentials because you have got a huge amount of it!

you are a success story emerging everyday...it doesn't matter who agrees or disagrees..so long God has  got your back, you are good to go! Keep winning!


Remember inspiration is the bedrock of Creativity,  you can explore yours today! 


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