Catch up - Match up

Fantasy could either be real or imagined. Occasionally, we break the day in fantasy, satisfying unquenchable thirst of fulfillment.

I know a story about this guy who loved advertising to its apex; he ate, digested, and drank every advertorial document he laid his hands on. Unfortunately, he was neither financially buoyant to further his education nor become a member of any advertorial council.

There was this girl he picked interest in; she was a bad ass in graphic design. Interestingly, she studied graphics in tertiary institution thereby sharpening her chances to work at a top notch advertising company.

While getting to know themselves, he made his intentions known. Her refrigerated gestures froze his feelings till they became iced caked, leaving nothing but scars of tears tracks in the hub of his heart. Unfortunately, it was evident his emotional manifesto is out of her depth meanwhile she pitch her tents only on yards that flow with milk and honey.

Days past, months gave way for years to settle in. There was an advertising conference taking place at a six star hotel somewhere in Asia, every elite advertiser ensured they were present not only to update outdated creativity, but networking with top-grade guys in the game.

She happened to be present at the mega conference where superlative media were strictly given entry.

After selected celebrities performed, it was time to present the main reason advertisers flew all over the globe for. The chief host introduced the speaker of the day who happened to be a successful young advertiser no one had ever seen…unveiling a debonair, sophisticatedly dressed in baffling English tailored suit. The crystals in his wrist watch blinked faster than the eye can catch; the refractions made it look like a nanotech or something better.

The mouth of her mind dropped wide open titanic could comfortably dork. Not only was she turned on by such remarkable realistic photoshopped looks, she figured out it was this same guy that picked interest in her many years ago.

After the conference, she approached him and introduced herself; he pretended he couldn’t recognize her (who knows maybe he was out for a payback). She asked for his card which he gave her. On her return back from the trip, she gave him a call and his secretary picked.

End of story…

He was once nobody, today he is cream of the crop (the best) in his area of specialization were everything he so desires is at his palm. Tell me a marketing firm that won’t be happy to seek his professional advice?

Now this can happen to any of us, it can be you who is reading this, it can be the person you ridiculed yesterday.

A question for the wise “???”

“How do you plan to catch up?”

There is actually no need to hurry in life…to much haste less speed, move gently cos when you catch up, you match up.

Don’t chase substances and lose your stance…it doesn’t make sense when you acquire stuff prematurely cos you won’t be able to maintain them.

Like seriously…

I see many people refusing to dig deep to search for that valuable substance only them can find, polish and merchandise cos they are after surface goods that holds no substance.

Reality check folks

You really aren’t missing out on anything actually. Everything equates with your status at the tail end.

What matters most is the depth of your foundation. It proves how prepared your sustainability is.

The only way you can catch up to match up is if you choose to carve your personality, fine tune your skills and abilities.

Wrap up

Cars, houses, clothes, shoes, accessories…name it, they aren’t running away, it only gets better as it awaits for you to catch up so that they can all meet you at your beck and call.

Don’t quit at whatever you are doing, cos small beginning often makes the biggest ending…that’s if you want it to end.

Stay strong guys, when you catch up, you match up.

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