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About goldenmorals

writer, etchist, sketchist, free spirit!! Thoughts can never be expressed in a much better way than bled in ink. I love just about anything that gives me an opportunity to learn.

The Wolf at the Door


I just stumbled upon an interesting piece by Charlotte Perkins Gilman author of The Cry For Justice: An Anthology of the Literature of Social Protest, ed. by Upton Sinclair, John C. Winston Co., 1915.

THERE’S a haunting horror near us
That nothing drives away;
Fierce lamping eyes at nightfall,
A crouching shade by day;
There’s a whining at the threshold,
There’s a scratching at the floor.
To work! To work! In Heaven’s name!
The wolf is at the door!

The day was long, the night was short,
The bed was hard and cold;
Still weary are the little ones,
Still weary are the old.

We are weary in our cradles
From our mother’s toil untold;
We are born to hoarded weariness
As some to hoarded gold.

We will not rise! We will not work!
Nothing the day can give
Is half so sweet an hour of sleep;
Better to sleep than live!
What power can stir these heavy limbs?
What hope these dull hearts swell?
What fear more cold, what pain more sharp
Than the life we know so well?…

The slow, relentless, padding step
That never goes astray–
The rustle in the underbrush–
The shadow in the way–
The straining flight–the long pursuit–
The steady gain behind–
Death-wearied man and tireless brute,
And the struggle wild and blind!

There’s a hot breath at the keyhole
And a tearing as of teeth!
Well do I know the bloodshot eyes
And the dripping jaws beneath!
There’s a whining at the threshold–
There’s a scratching at the floor–
To work! To work! In Heaven’s name!
The wolf is at the door!

https://www.marxists.org/subject/women/poetry/wolf.html

WHY I HATE MOTIVATIONAL BOOKS


I always get skeptical when someone advises me on how I should organize my act, or the manner of my grace simply because it is what is trending, or what everyone finds interesting. I just might be a stubborn one.
But like in raising a child, there is no one true formula for perfect parenting but exploration by both parent and child in achieving the best conduct and ethics. Of course nothing is more exhilarating than the sensation experienced by every organism in the process of learning and unlearning.
In the same way I believe it is only fair that one gets to enjoy the experience of natural growth while discovering their own personality. And as such, motivational books are a poison to such progress and a cancer to a diverse perspective, with or without the current desperation for success. By reading  motivational content, the reader gets to experience an increase in insecurity levels, creating room for new learning by displacing long-held postulates that have gradually shaped one’s character. It robs most of the personality.


“It worked once for that successful person, therefore it must work for me too. ” 

You don’t have to be them to make it in life, besides do you even get to ask yourself why and how it worked for them? Simply taking it all up (including the nonsensical) like a whole new set of cylinder gaskets, thinking they would fit doesn’t help at all.   Just as a light morning workout for a healthy mind isn’t necessarily about the muscle building but developing a new level of fortitude, making your brain flexed enough to handle any stress, so too are most motivational-book-recommended practices more to do with the unexplained underlying chemistry, than the actual act itself. A good understanding of self is what is needed.
The successful people you see are only successful because they first learned to understand themselves and later borrowed scraps of a few life hacks to boost their knowledge. They knew it wasn’t about the number of strings they could add to the guitar to make good notes but in learning the basics of a guitar and using the simplest kind of stringed guitars that they could learn.
This leaves motivational books to be mostly a risky nonessential that takes away the fun in learning and steals a reader’s genuine identity.  
Therefore I hate it, I hate scripting a life for another. I hate the greedy hands that rob the innocent of exploration, that savagely kill the late blooms and lilies. But most of all I hate the obstinate that think they know and the timid that fear to learn, but sit in the poverty of their pride.
-Algorithms are meant to perfect a blueprint, but an algorithm without the distinct originality of its user is but a block of sham.-

Lesson 1


My constant advice to blind readers and success hunters that end up losing their identity.

It’s not about the book, lifestyle  or habits of successful people. It’s  the chemistry that they bring inside of you.

Don’t mimmick! Just find the key note.  And if you can synthesize this with your own formular. Then you’re a genius. 
#tap_in

Faux pas – imitation 


That’s the way with these men, they bask themselves in the sun all day and nearly pass for the sun itself. 

Sometimes we’re intimidated by imitations. They make us abandon the real deal we so much struggle to create,  without knowledge of the empty shell that resides in the things we’re most afraid of in our friends. 

They just got smarter at replicating novels and movies that they eventually thought they were it. #PaperTigers 

The Value of a Name 


My thoughts on names and their significance. 

Names are nothing but footsteps, they mark a trail of where we have been. Sometimes a good name can walk right past us into our future, working wonders of a genie. 

But they can be a prison box too, narrowing one’s horizon to a stone throw. Limiting every effort to the extent of only what the name defines. Much like an invisible leash that keeps yanking at our throats. 

Thus when choosing a good name, put into account your aspirations and vision of what you wish to become. 

I keep battling with the best choice for a brand name. And even after I have given a name, I am forever uncertain if I had made the best choice. 

-Only few recognize the importance of a carefully thought out name.-

Strange happenings of 21st Century 


We live in a funny world. Power lies where we least expect it, the stiffer bearuacrats get shoved out of office. Tradition is a dangerous word to associate with a business. You’ve got to act when the wave says act. And that’s because no one holds a leash on markets any more. They’re just a school  of random fish that nobody can tame. 

But the one funny thing about these happenings is seeing bosses get so worked out even a tiny customer complaint, they just might lick your shoes clean if you wish it. 

#socialMedia #MarketSaturation #TrendingTrends 

Signs You’re Not Making Progress In Life


Have you ever wondered why husbands never really get to know their neighbors next door? It’s because they’re always working to get the next pay check for breakfast. Of course that’s subject  to countless interpretation but we stick to that for now.
Have you ever imagined mounting a scooter on a treadmill? Or even wondered whether it would balance? My bet is it could perfectly balance and you could ride on it, as if it were on the ground. You would only possibly fall after turning off both the treadmill and the scooter, and that leads me to my next conclusion: air resistance plays no role in ultimately keeping us from falling off bikes.

So what then causes one to stay up balanced when riding? – The very focus on the road ahead. And it is this we have learned from our earliest days of riding two wheelers. Something a six year old would relate to. 

Life bears certain similarities to a scooter and two wheeler, you only realize the threats of your surrounding when you stop pedling. You notice how uneven the ground is and how easy it is for you to fall, when you stop riding. None of which you had realized while wheeling this piece of metal with a mono-linear touch to the ground. 

It’s not like the air flow kept you afloat while you were riding, but fear kicked in as soon as you hit the brakes – taking away every sense of effort that you had prior to braking. 

Here are a few points that might suggest you are not making progress with your life:

1. You are more angry and irate than ever.

It’s only natural to take to your defenses when you feel threatened.

They probably already know.” As your thoughts are so open to you, you get to feel your thoughts have already betrayed you and your cat is out of the bag, causing you to panic thoughtlessly and making you paranoid.

2. It’s always a Monday

Everybody hates the first day after a weekend. But when in the non-progress zone, every day is a Monday. Projects see no progress and the schedule becomes less  tidy with several unfinished old projects and a few new clusters spilling off the page.

3. Looming deadlines

You’re cornered to the last inch with every postponed project pointing at your throat. Too close to even swallow hard, and your only way out is plucking a few sour grapes: “It wasn’t meant to work out after all.”

4. Egocentric 

You now keep yourself from helping others. You don’t want them catching up with you. But who catches up with an accelerating car?

Help goes both ways. It refines your angle of thought, exposes your process models to critique and builds on weaknesses. It is an evolutionary process that revolutionizes the battlefield.

5. Amplify others’ flaws

Flaws are meant to be pointers to learning. Stakes used to silently draw lesson, while thanking God you didn’t have to experience it firsthand. Perpetrators of mistakes ought to be revered for being your teachers and not mocked. Only a fool delights at another’s failure to shield their own weakness.

6. Gets over-excited over small fish.

Small fish are small fish and nothing changes, despite how well you describe them. 

In fear of never being able to sail in deep waters again, one frets over the possibility of having lost their touch and begins to spend more time retelling their old glory days, to mask their fear of trying again. Having once ridden so well forces a learner to avoid trying out to ride in public just so to avoid a possible fall. And that slowly takes away even the little skill initially learned. 

being content with one achievement and not wanting to make a second attempt, fearing you might fail.– that’s how you know you’re not making progress in life.