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BEING USED PRECEDES BEING USEFUL



To be anything worthwhile in life, a person must be prepared to be used and sometimes overused by people he has submitted himself to before he could be a very useful material himself.

Whether in politics, religion, business or sports; nothing is as sure in getting out the best out of a person than working under a person who had peaked in that chosen endeavour. Sometimes those peak achievers have raised the bar of human achievements to abnormally high pedestal that meeting up with their minimum expectations may be so exasperating.

The need to be drilled by these hard Metals on one's way to becoming a master is the only tested way to glory. But it's a difficult task to undertake. Before you can create your own world, you need to have lived long in another's world. Their world may be a world of daily  troubles, challenges and trauma.

Mentorship, or a more thorough and conservative form, discipleship, involves moulding you into a shape that wasn't your original form. Daily, you need to obey certain set of rules such as: a footballer must not do this; an investor must not do this; a Christian must not do that; a researcher must avoid this; a politician must be involved in this or that...

There is hardly any field of human endeavour that you intend getting into that someone else had not become an established authority in. Such peak performers followed a set of rules, instructions and regulations to get to where they got to, so the trainings they normally suggest is in line with those stringent rules. When you are under such people, they seem to push you too hard; to make you wake up too early, they ask you to work for too long, they may not even compensate you for all that you did, they expect you to take pleasure in whatever you're doing, though you do it under stress and pain. But one day, you'll break out of the shell into the world they were incubating you for.

The heat you were made to feel would now be the same heat that would turn an egg which could have been broken to make an omelette, will become a living being with wings, which could move and fly around; and also produce other lives as days go by. That process of making someone out of a nobody is a process of death...Some make it alive, others die in the process!

*EXRADALLENUM OLUSEGUN AKINSANYA, +234-8063345539*

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