CONNECTING THE DOTS

Life! A citadel of learning, for every memory that comes your way, a teaching is to be drawn from it.
Yesterday which I define as a fundamental reflection of tomorrow's success, a day that prepare you for tomorrow's exam.
"Combination of different actions, synergy, etiquette, moral, virtue and vices makes up of a man"@ayoolajr.

According to a scholar, the real character, attitude of a child is made between the age 2-5 and all that's left is building on the foundation.
Starting from informal education or if I may say the first school of learning "home" to formal education, determines the image of a child, heredity can sometime be a factor to the mind's image.
Formal education which can be describe as that which is in accord with require norms, convention, and requirements. So from that, whichever your orientation may be, be it law, medicine, engineering, architecture, it takes years to nurture and if you're really gonna excel in that field, all you need to do is look back and connect the dot. For it is only possible to connect the dots looking backward and not forward.

For you to apply the teachings of a book or words of a mentor, you read it after which you apply. All the dots your past has made can be converted to good use, for you've got nothing to loose, this life is all that we've got.
Steve Jobs said nature clears away the old and gives way for the new that I assume to be law of nature. Live each day as if it were to be the last, and if you're wrong so many times in a row, one day you'll certainly be right therefore "see every opportunity as a medium to doing things right and your name would be remembered for good" #ayoolajr.

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