I had this exercise in Devc70, which is Interpersonal Communication, and you probably know what this first exercise was all about.
And you guessed it right. The rule: know thyself first.
We were asked to make:
-a dreambook
-a composition of the 20 things we believe in
-a eulogy
-a list of ten things we want to do before we die plus explanations
In two hours, I was able to finish everything. After all, I am of the same opinion that people’s favorite topic is themselves. It’s so easy to talk about ourselves, and more than ease, we find gratification in doing so. So whoever says men aren’t naturally egocentric and self-interested didn’t probably have the same project.
Going back to my story, so it wasn’t as hard work as I thought. Then again, not everything put in there was known to me. Some things were just actually revealed while doing those outputs.
And one thing I really must dream about is becoming a writer. What kind?
Definitely not a novelist because I don’t write much of a plot, I can’t. If I’d be a novelist, I wouldn’t sell because when your literature teacher asks you to make a book review, then you couldn’t write of anything in the climax part, because really, there’s none.
I can’t also write poems. The creative juices flowing through my body is limited. They’re not meant to write rhymes, and, metaphors, and all those figures of speech.
Working in mainstream isn’t also an option. I couldn’t handle the pressure gracefully. I hate deadlines and a rushed work isn’t my advantage. Not to mention the pay.
Writing for fashion magazines isn’t also a good choice. Maybe I’m disposed to fashion and style, places to shop, places to be, beautiful people, and everything, no matter how lame they are, the generation demands. But I’m pretty sure my inclination to these contrived representations of the society wouldn’t last long. And when I’m old already, what would I know?
I want to write and at the same time, use the values I learn in Devcom. But I don’t dream of writing for community newspapers and translating scientific articles into popular writing.
And then…I have a dream – a dream that no matter how ‘dreamful’ is, would serve as a drive for me to work hard, give something I am and I have out.
Something developmental is what I want.
Someday, I’m going to produce a Philippine version of the Reader’s Digest.
That, is my biggest dream.
And you guessed it right. The rule: know thyself first.
We were asked to make:
-a dreambook
-a composition of the 20 things we believe in
-a eulogy
-a list of ten things we want to do before we die plus explanations
In two hours, I was able to finish everything. After all, I am of the same opinion that people’s favorite topic is themselves. It’s so easy to talk about ourselves, and more than ease, we find gratification in doing so. So whoever says men aren’t naturally egocentric and self-interested didn’t probably have the same project.
Going back to my story, so it wasn’t as hard work as I thought. Then again, not everything put in there was known to me. Some things were just actually revealed while doing those outputs.
And one thing I really must dream about is becoming a writer. What kind?
Definitely not a novelist because I don’t write much of a plot, I can’t. If I’d be a novelist, I wouldn’t sell because when your literature teacher asks you to make a book review, then you couldn’t write of anything in the climax part, because really, there’s none.
I can’t also write poems. The creative juices flowing through my body is limited. They’re not meant to write rhymes, and, metaphors, and all those figures of speech.
Working in mainstream isn’t also an option. I couldn’t handle the pressure gracefully. I hate deadlines and a rushed work isn’t my advantage. Not to mention the pay.
Writing for fashion magazines isn’t also a good choice. Maybe I’m disposed to fashion and style, places to shop, places to be, beautiful people, and everything, no matter how lame they are, the generation demands. But I’m pretty sure my inclination to these contrived representations of the society wouldn’t last long. And when I’m old already, what would I know?
I want to write and at the same time, use the values I learn in Devcom. But I don’t dream of writing for community newspapers and translating scientific articles into popular writing.
And then…I have a dream – a dream that no matter how ‘dreamful’ is, would serve as a drive for me to work hard, give something I am and I have out.
Something developmental is what I want.
Someday, I’m going to produce a Philippine version of the Reader’s Digest.
That, is my biggest dream.
All successful men and women are big dreamers. They imagine what their future
could be, ideal in every respect, and then they work everyday toward their
distant vision, that goal or purpose. –Brian Tracy
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