I know I’ve been guilty of this.
When your fridge is empty and ideas are plenty, as I like to say, you start strategizing a way of making your ends meet. You brainstorm a solution.
For me, of course, it was Medium.
I started writing at age nine, back when I would do it just to make words rhyme for fun. But I got more serious about it over time.
When I found Medium, I thought I’d found gold. I knew I could write, and getting paid to do it was a dream.
It’s not that easy, though.
Every time my parents introduced me to a friend of theirs or to a stranger they would say: “Marco is so quiet and calm; his brother is the wild one”.
I could tell from their tone of voice that they appreciated me more for being quiet than my brother’s restlessness. But as the years went by I started doubting my calmness.
My younger brother Dario has had the traits of a “leader” — according to his school teachers and classmates — ever since kindergarten. He’d always raise the bar when it came to anything.
From the day he received…
We keep changing courses, hoping that the next thing will be the one that will finally make us successful.
Sadly, it is hardly never that way.
It’s not what we do, or why we do it, it’s how we do it. It’s how we approach our project or goal.
Many times we come up with huge ideas: writing a book, publishing articles daily, building a stunning website. We start one project, “fail”, and then move on to the next one, until there are no more left. …
“The whole future lies in uncertainty: live immediately.” ~ Seneca
It’s easy to fall into the trap of planning your future thoroughly as if, were you not to do so, life would slip out of your hands and you’d end up in a vortex of chaos. I found that that’s not actually the case.
You see, planning is good. In fact, it’s great. Having some direction to head towards is very comforting. It motivates you to wake up in the morning and work toward a goal.
But not planning is equally great.
Leaving space for surprises is what, in my…
I fell in love with Medium ever since I posted my first article. I even committed to writing and publishing one article a day for a few months, and I stuck to it.
Then, I started running out of ideas. I doubted my expertise on the topics I wanted to write about. I basically suffered from mild impostor syndrome.
Several publications invited me to submit my best drafts, but that always triggered my insecurities even worse.
I can’t say I have a “job”. But I have many passion projects. …
Disclaimer: I’m in no way, shape, or form a mental health expert. If you find yourself experiencing high levels of anxiety or any other stress-related disorder, you should seek professional help as soon as possible.
2020 was the most challenging year all of us ever went through.
Anxiety was an obvious human response to this infamous situation.
Yet, people still react to anxiety as if it were some sort of unexpected disease. No matter how stressful the circumstances, many people still let themselves get too startled when anxiety “attacks”. …
“Wow, that’s such a nice car! Congrats!”
Do you sense a passive-aggressive tone in there? Well, it depends on how you look at it.
If you’re used to being envious of other people’s gifts or accomplishments, you might express that sentence with bitterness.
If you’re used to celebrating other people’s accomplishments, you’d probably express it with genuine admiration.
Sadly, many of us have a bad habit of comparing ourselves to others even if we know we shouldn’t.
Expressing appreciation for someone else’s talents becomes, therefore, pretty hard. It truly feels like a bitter pill to swallow at times.
First things first, I don’t like the term “poor”.
To be more specific, I don’t like the verb that comes before any adjective like that. To be poor. It implies that poverty is something you have inside yourself. You are poor. I don’t see it that way.
It’s like saying you are ugly. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s just a matter of perspective. Someone or something can be ugly to you, but beautiful to me.
If I tell the CEO of a Fortune 500 that I earn two hundred bucks a month, they will shake their head and feel sorry…
Now, I’ll admit it: The title of this article is kind of clickbait. But it also isn’t.
Let me explain.
I didn’t literally escape from my father. I didn’t physically run away. We live in different homes now, but I still go visit my family a few times a week.
I did not escape from him. I escaped him.
“What’s the difference?” You might be wondering.
Even though I kept visiting my parents after moving out, not living with them anymore taught me something crucial:
Your bond with a person is not guaranteed to break when you walk away from…
I had just parked in front of a tobacco shop when I stopped cold. It was a freezing January night, and I had just realized it was my fifth year smoking. I was shocked at how I had never done anything to prevent that bad habit of mine to drag on for so long.
I pulled out my phone and googled “how to stop smoking”. I scrolled and scrolled, and I kept stumbling across the same kinds of advice: decrease your consumption with time, use nicotine patches, stop buying cigarettes. I sighed in frustration.
But then, a new piece of…