Friday Thoughts: Becoming Great

Good morning! I hope your Friday will go well. This week, I have thought a lot about what makes a person “great” at something. What makes a basketball player talented or a gymnast a natural? What gives that person the “bend” for science or computer programming? Natural born gift? Or something that has to be worked on every day?

For me, it is both. Sometimes it is a natural bend. Most of the time it is practice and training that makes a skill natural for an individual.

As someone who thought that graphic design was out of my league, I find myself working as a designer. For a while, I knew what the answer was but I struggled with putting it into words. Then I came across a comic strip created by The Awkward Yeti (a fantastic artist and writer). Below is his comic:

Comic Strike from the Awkward Yeti
This comic was created by “The Awkward Yeti” All rights and usage belong to “The Awkward Yet”.
Please visit his website for more laughter:

As you can see, both “Heart” and “Gallbladder” started at the same point in time. A shapeless lump that looks like a yellow Ditto. But where Heart stared and wished that he was better, Gallbladder kept at it. He made some funny looking pieces and even found himself disappointed in the resulting work. But he kept practicing and researching by producing sculptures and looking things up.

The end result is Gallbladder has created a recognizable art piece.


And yes, some people are truly born with a natural gift. But that means nothing if one does not apply that skill every day. Refining it. Sharpening it.

It takes a desire to master the talent as well as investing hours of time. It takes determination to overcome obstacles and a willingness to try.

Whatever you want to do. Whatever your dream is. The only way to know if you can do it is to go for it.

P.S.: Special thanks to “The Awkward Yeti” for giving permission  to use his comic. Visit his website at

Have a great weekend, folks!

Wandering Soul

Hour by Hour
Day by Day
I toil and ply my trade
Sun up to sun down
I work all day

Yet my soul is far away
Past the cold buildings
Beyond the paved roads
My soul wanders alone

Through distant woods
Beneath star filled skies
My soul walks afar

It links by the streams
Of hidden valleys
It stands upon mountain tops
And distant ocean shores

Though my feet have never tread
This distant places
Nor has my eyes seen these sights
My soul lives there now
And my heart longs to join

Where Home Is

The smell of wood smoke upon the air
Mixed with the smell of birch and evergreen
The cold wind nipping at skin
The golden leaves blazing in the dusk light
That is what I call home

The sky painted orange and purple
The leaves crunching underneath
My breath hanging in the air
And the sound of the wind in the trees
This is what I call home

If home is where the heart is
Then my home is far away
Along the mountainside
Where the forest lies
And the sky is pure
That is where my home is

Where the stars are thousands strong
Where the moon is clear and pure
Where wolves sing and hawks cry
Where the deer passes and northern lights dance
There my heart lies

One day I shall return to my home
One day I shall go where my heart is
Until then I shall dream of it

What We See

A few days ago I had the chance to take several photos of the gray clouds. To be honest I was expecting dull gray clouds without much personality.

dull gray clouds

But then I saw the photos and the unique formation within the clouds. I was sad that I wasn’t able to get some decent photos because of the lightning I was in.

But then some of them turned out interesting to me:

white and gray clouds

light and dark clouds

damp sidewalk


It interests me to think the plain clouds could hold some interesting formations. I wonder if seeing intricate details and hidden wonders is the same as we look at others.

Some appear plain or simple but then you get to know them and hidden wonders appear.