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13irteenTh September

DO-MORE SYNDROME

13 September 2019

Do you feel restless and guilty when you’re not up to something? Have society stolen the joy of just being from you? Do you feel like you will never amount to anything because you’re simply not doing anything noteworthy now? Are you hurt?
Are you faced with what I resolved this morning to calling the Do-more syndrome?

It’s every where, in every story, every motivational line and dose. But is it worth the stress?

Here’s the thing, Philip has turned out to look like the ultimate goal getter. He has lines of journals with entries and ideas and he is moving towards it. He has eaten the Do-more message long enough to ignore every opposition. He sounds more like…
“This might be the only way and I’m taking it down.”
Thing is, he never gets satisfied. And though he has been up and doing always, he still doesn’t have any solid grip on any of his supposed achievement. There is nothing grand to right home about so he flushed every second of movement down in the toilet. There is no fulfilment, no acknowledgement, therefore he’s got to do more, think faster and smarter…. He’s got to slap the answers right our of his brains whether he does have the answers or not.
The legend we are all trying to be… The do-more strategist.
“If it’s not working, just don’t give up… Do more! “
Who else eats this message daily. The reason sitting down and doing nothing has become a sign of worthless and uselessness.
Phillip took the hard road, got knocked by a bus but he’s till moving. He’s got to do more. He had a cut right through his stomach last night but he’s got to aggrandize himself. He’s got something to prove. He’s got to prove he’s got success in his DNA. He feels entitled to recognition just like the other stars.
He rolled off the ladder while trying but he’s not letting go. He’s got cuts and wounds with massive release of blood but he’s still moving. Dripping red all over his path. The cuts are so deep you wouldn’t see it; I think it pierced right through his soul and left scars on his self image but he’s got to be strong… Go getter! Do-more syndrome man.

He will later end up on a far away medical bed. The one not seen around… Soon he’ll have doctors fighting to keep his wounded soul in his ripped body. I don’t know if he’ll give up and let the ghost go. I don’t know if he’ll keep fighting. I could relate to his mantra and blood, so I walked away… It was too brutal and I had to get a check up.
Are you Philip?

What will be the gain if gaining this fulfilment will leave you broken. When will you stop measuring your fulfilment on societal standards? When will you just let yourself grow?
Don’t you have any concern for a healthy, peaceful mind?

Just like Philip I have eaten a great dose of the do-more syndrome… The “it’s not enough to be needed by people” mindset. The mindset that makes your hands want to do something, but the thing is we just don’t have what it takes to do what the world calls great(maybe at the moment). I have lived in this hell and anxiety and I know it’s not pretty. I had to let go and move off.

Who said we can’t let go…

Well here’s what someone else said, Morgan Harper Nichols said “It’s okay to let go and seek peace of mind.” Those words pierced right through my soul, releasing all the unrealistic needs and expectations from my young self.
It lead me to saying out loud, “you’re too young to be carrying these lies on your shoulder.”
Who made you believe you’ve always got to be enough. Smart enough, wise enough, good enough, skilled enough.

I think we all need to start getting comfortable sleeping and waking up to doing the small things that are difficult to do. Maybe.
It’s okay to start as a mediocre. The wrong thing is thinking that’s all you’ll be. It’s that fear that makes you run after what the world wants…
Based on popular demand is a killer. Don’t look at it. Based on popular demand is a fallacy capable of keeping people slaves without chains.
Don’t be that guy!

Start getting consistent with the little things nobody really notices. That’s the hardest thing to do… Because it’s small yet difficult and no body gives you praise…

Gratitude, love, care for obnoxious siblings, sharing when you obviously hate sharing all you have, giving others a helping hand, saying the truth, waking up early, reading books, going on social media and being conscious not to compare, reading the Bible, praying for yourself and others…

Learn how to live without praise and know you’re still getting it done. That’s one good drug if you’ve recognized the do-more syndrome.

P. S If you still feel like you need something to do. Look around, someone close to you is struggling with a little task. Help someone and get a thank you.

Featured image credit goes to me and my phone!

Who said you had to carry the world in your shoulder. Heaven is so big yet not everyone will go to heaven…

FRisT SepTemBer


Welcome to the month of September and this month I’m trying out intentional living. It’s pretty hard to stay conscious of your actions even for just a day. The feeling of being overwhelmed or taken unawares makes this possible. Even at this, for just a fraction of the day we can take our time to acknowledge our thoughts.

September morning thoughts
Over no coffee…

1 September 2019
You pretty much woke up to first September without thinking about it the previous night. You weren’t even conscious of the fact that the next morning was a new month. So, you pretty much rushed your way through church preparations…

At 1:00 AM you were resisting your sleep just so you can put this thought down:
What if I could play the piano so well.
What if I had a grand piano.
What if I wasn’t really scared of learning? Or not so lazy?
What if I was a polyglot already? Without so much of the work.
What if I bought a guitar with my food summit fee? What if I had enough money, and much more, enough confidence to invite the girls I love for a night chat over nice snack. What if I had an apartment for this?
What if I had my room on the roof top.
What if I already got most of the things I wished for.
In the deepest, what if all the people I admire from afar, the people that love me from afar, get to live close to me and realise I am not the angel they thought I was. What if at that close moment they face a reality of broken expectations. I just hope they know from the distance that I am not perfect. If the people around me can find me tiring, what happens to all those that love me from the different time zones we live?
What if I disappoint the people I admire from afar?

The ones that only receive my messages and not my attitude.

Fresh bugs… Mind bugs.

When I thought of why and how to release these thoughts for other people to see, I cringed again.

Why do you want people reading and knowing what you’re thinking? Are you a star? Why do you think people will want to know what you’re facing? Remember you’re boring and pretty weird. Even your mom says you talk about weird things and write in a weird style… I think she used a word worst than weird.


Where do you even put it? You don’t have a great blog? The free one looks so immature and people like high quality stuff; I’m sure you know that.

Just wave this off and go the hell to sleep. That’s all you need.

In that moment the only present answer I had to put myself back to sleep was, because I want to, I just want to.
Is that enough?

Do you ever feel like all there is to you are inadequacies and more of the statement

“It’s not good enough”

It’s not good enough is reality and that’s what makes it good enough.

#beginnings