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CREATING A PURPOSE: Idleness is no less of an enemy to the body and the mind. - by jrqc

We all admire or at least have admired someone because they represent either something that we lack or simply because we believe they set a good example that many of us tend to emulate in a certain way. It is that admiration that we can rely on, even when creating a purpose so we can lead a life with a goal in mind that needs to be seized "at all cost", which in turn, transforms into a rewarding satisfaction that helps us build up our character making us retain what was learned and to desire further more so as to satisfy our knowledge or desire for self-improvement. 

There are, however, certain obstacles we must be careful with, such as idleness and/or spending time with people who do not contribute to neither our personal growth nor our eagerness for knowledge. This is potentially harmful for those who are weak in spirits and will. They can get infected by ignorance and bad behavior. Furthermore, this contagion could make an individual abandon what it is necessary for their personal growth, making them in turn, be as plain as the people they are surrounded with, providing these are of bad manners or have a total disregard for having a goal in life. Therefore, it is of absolute importance to distinguish very carefully who we spend our time with and what kind of conversation and information is exchanged. 

Idleness is no less of an enemy to the body and the mind. Creating a purpose and not to act upon it will inevitably result in just a dream or an idea with no distinguishable shape. Relying on just the idea of a purpose and not to do something about it is just like squandering a fortune and not making a profit out of it. It certainly is a pleasure to have the idea of realizing an activity which provides satisfaction through knowledge, but if there is no intention of making that idea come true then it surely is a waste of time.

Having an admiration towards a writer, a painter or a family member, pushes us to enhanced our skills and abilities by emulating them and taking from them what is necessary so as to learn and put into practice a good example. It is necessary to mention that acquiring knowledge will enhanced other skills such as expressing ideas coherently and even to see the world in a different manner based on what has been learned. Feeding our brains with useful information to the betterment of our body, soul and mind should be regarded as something essential without which we would we walking the paths of life in "blissful" ignorance and that is not admirable from any point of view. Questioning our existence, behavior and way of thinking, pave the way to a better understanding of ourselves as rational beings aiding those, if possible, who do not possess the necessary requirements to maintain a knowledgeable course of conversation and rely only in shallow notions about life which translates in their manner of speaking and behavior. 

It is an easy task to distinguish the ones who are not mentally prepared to maintain an interesting conversation based on the way the express their ideas by using plain sentences and vocabulary and who do not challenge themselves to enhance their skills and would consider these notions of self-improvement, reading, acquiring new information for their own personal growth and so on as something which is not necessary or even worse unimportant, reaching the point of considering those who are far different from them as being snobs and pretentious. When encountering these people it is important to keep the formality of greeting and discourage ourselves of being impolite, rather the need for guidance, instruction and reform should be acknowledge, as long as it is possible. At least, an attempt must be taken into consideration. If any effort to aid these people turn futile, then one should clear away from them quickly.


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