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"If you grab a frog, put it in a pot of water, and put it over the fire, you will observe something interesting: the frog adapts to the temperature of the water, stays inside, and continues to adapt to the increasing temperature.

But when the water reaches the boiling point, the frog that would like to jump out of the pot cannot. Because it is too weak and tired from the efforts it has made to adapt to the temperature.

Some would say that what killed the frog was the boiling water... in reality, what killed the frog was its inability to decide WHEN to jump.

So stop "adapting" to wrong situations, abusive relationships, parasitic friends, and many other things that "heat you up". If you continue to adapt, you run the risk of "dying" inside.

Jump as soon as you can!

Author: Peter Senge

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—“Again less? And what excuse do you have now?”

The man had been helping a beggar with 1,000 dollars a month for years, asking for nothing in return.
One day, he only gave him 750.
The beggar accepted it, somewhat surprised, but said nothing.
The following month, the envelope contained only 500.

And this time, he didn’t stay quiet:
—“You used to give me a thousand, then 750, and now 500! What’s happening?”

The man sighed.
—“When I started helping you, I was in a good situation. But my daughter started university, and now my son is too. Tuition is expensive, and I had to cut back on expenses.”

The beggar looked at him, annoyed:
—“And how many children do you have?”
—“Four,” replied the man.

And then, the beggar let out a phrase… that left him frozen:

—“Do you expect to pay for all their university… with MY money!?”

💬
Sometimes, generosity is misinterpreted.
The one who receives forgets that it is a gift… not an obligation.
And what he once appreciated, he now demands.

Never let your kindness become a debt. Because the day you can’t give… they will hold you accountable.

#CreatorPad

"When I was a child, I had no shoes… and I ended up creating the brand that millions around the world wear." 👞🔥

I grew up in the harshest poverty. My parents couldn't afford to give me an education, so I left school at 13. My childhood was spent working as an assistant in a store, sweeping floors and silently learning how the business operated. Sometimes I didn't even have enough to eat, and there were days I thought I would never escape that life. 💔🥀

My first big defeat was when I tried to open my own clothing store… and I failed. I went into debt, lost everything, and had to go back to working as an employee. Many told me: “That's not for you, you weren't born to be an entrepreneur.” But inside me, there was a fire: I knew I didn't want to spend my life silently obeying orders. So, with my own hands, I started making robes and sold them door to door. Without modern machines, without capital… just with desire and creativity. 💪✂️

That's how what you now know as ZARA was born. I started with a small store in La Coruña, and no one imagined that years later it would become one of the largest chains in the world. I went from having not a cent to owning an empire. How did I do it? With discipline, courage, and learning from every blow life dealt me. Today I look back and think: if that barefoot boy could do it, anyone can. 🌍🔥

"Never let your origin determine your destiny. Start with what you have, where you are, and let your hunger to grow speak louder than your fears." 🚀💥

— Amancio Ortega

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One day they saw you asking for a job. The next day, you were washing dishes. Months later, you were already cooking. And over the years, after much sacrifice, they saw you managing a kitchen. Then the whispers began:
—"Surely they are the owner's favorite"
—"Suddenly they are there because they are a gossip..."

More time passes, and now they see you at the front of your own restaurant. And those who don't know you say:
—"What luck they have, while we have to work hard to have something like that..."

But no one sees what was behind: the sleepless nights, the endless shifts, the times you thought about quitting, the times you fell and got back up.
That's why, never envy or murmur about what someone else has achieved. You don’t know what they had to sacrifice to get there.

#CreatorPad

After the divorce, he was left with little.

A couple of suitcases, some papers, and his car.
That old car he used to take his kids to school…
it was now his only roof.

—Don't worry, dad. You can stay with us —his daughter told him.

But he didn't want to.

—No, my love. I don't want to be a burden. You already have enough.

And so, for weeks, no one knew he spent his nights in a parking lot.
With the seat reclined.
Covered with an old blanket.
Eating bread with cold coffee.
Looking at photos that only lived in his wallet.

He didn't do it out of pride.
He did it out of love.

Because he didn't want to be "a burden".
Because he felt he no longer had a place in any home.

Until one day, his daughter found him.
There he was. Sleeping. Alone.
With tired eyes… and an even more tired heart.

They cried.
A lot.
But not out of pity.
But for all the things they never said to each other.

His daughter felt her soul shattered.
Not for seeing him weak… but for having left him alone for so long.

And that same night, they prepared a room for him.
Small, simple…
but full of love.

Since then, whenever someone offers him something, he responds the same:
—I don't need much. Just to know that someone wants me close.

Moral:
There are fathers who prefer to sleep in a car… rather than feel like a nuisance.
Not out of lack of love.
But out of excess dignity.

Don't wait for pride to push them away.
Let them know that their place is still there…
even if they no longer live together, even if the family has changed.

Because a dad doesn't need pity.
He needs to feel part of it.

-Susana Rangel 🚘☕️✍️💬
#sad

Sylvester Stallone was born with partial facial paralysis. The lower left side of his face remained immobile forever, affecting his speech and expression. In New York, no one wanted to hire him as an actor. His voice was odd. His gaze, stiff. And his pocket, empty.

For weeks, he lived on the street with his dog, Butkus. They slept in the bus terminal, curled up together for warmth. Desperation forced him to do the unthinkable: he sold Butkus for 25 dollars to a stranger. It was the lowest point of his life.

Days later, he saw a fight featuring Muhammad Ali and was stunned. Inspired by that fight, he wrote the script for Rocky in just three days. When the producers wanted to buy it, they offered him a lot of money… but with one condition: another actor would play the boxer.

Stallone refused. He didn't write Rocky to sell a script. He wrote it to prove to himself that he could fight for his own destiny.

They eventually agreed, and with the first earnings from the project, he did what was most important to him: find the man who had Butkus. He begged, offered money, insisted. He ended up paying 15,000 dollars to get his dog back.

Butkus not only returned to his side… he also became his scene partner.

Rocky was a colossal success. It won three Academy Awards and turned Stallone into a legend. The saga generated over 200 million dollars for him. But his greatest triumph wasn't financial.

It was having bet on himself… even when he had nothing.

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“THE MAN WHO LEARNED TO FIX BROKEN THINGS… BECAUSE NO ONE WANTED TO FIX HIM”

His name was Julián Herrera.

Since he was a child, things would break around him, and no one would repair them.

A broken toy remained broken.

A bicycle with a fallen chain would be forgotten in a corner.

A torn pair of pants ended up in the trash.

And sometimes, he would break inside as well.

Something hurt him, and he wouldn't say it.

His spirits would fail him, and he would stay silent.

He soon learned that there was no time in his home to fix a sad child.

So he started to repair what he could.

He would tape the toys together.

He soldered old wires patiently.

He sewed the pants with mismatched thread.

He became an expert in rescuing what others had given up for lost.

Over the years, he set up a small workshop in his neighborhood.

People would bring him things: an iron that no longer heated, a family heirloom watch that didn’t work, a fan that no one believed could be fixed.

Julián received them carefully.

He looked at them like one looks at an injured friend.

And he repaired them.

Sometimes for free. Sometimes for a few coins.

He didn’t do it for money.

He did it because he knew what it felt like to be broken… and to have no one want to fix you.

He would always say:

—Broken things are not trash. They are just something that needs time and someone who doesn’t give up.

When he died, his workshop was filled with restored objects.

A neighborhood boy approached the small sign on the door and read it aloud:

“Here we repair what haste broke.”

And some swore that if you listened closely, you could still hear Julián saying from the back of the workshop:

—Broken pieces speak to me more beautifully than new ones.
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The altseason 2025 is reflecting 2021 step by step.
Wave 5 complete.
Breakout confirmed.
Pending vertical phase.
What happened next in 2021?
A rally of altcoins that melted faces.
2021 turned believers into millionaires.
2025 is already in motion.
DON'T GET SHAKEN!

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🏐 I didn't want to create a famous sport…
I just wanted them not to get so tired.

It was 1895.
William G. Morgan was a teacher at a small YMCA in Holyoke, Massachusetts.
His students were not kids.
They were older men, businessmen, with little time and less energy.

Basketball already existed, but for them it was too rough.
"We like to move... but we don't want to get hit."

And then Morgan understood something:
Sometimes, it's not about doing more… but about doing it differently.

He remembered badminton.
He took a net, partially inflated a ball bladder so it wouldn't hurt…
And with that, he invented a new game:
He initially called it "Mintonette."

That first game was simple, but it had something special.
No one saw it as the next big sport.
It was just an idea to take care of others.

But it worked.
It was dynamic, entertaining, non-contact.
And as soon as they tried it in other cities, there was no turning back.

They changed the name to "volley-ball"…
and without him seeking it, his invention began to conquer gyms, schools, countries.

Today millions of people play it.
It's in the Olympic Games. On the beach, in the street, at school.
All thanks to someone who didn't want to stand out… wanted to help.

Because sometimes,
the biggest ideas are born from the desire to care, not to compete.
And those who change the world…
are not always the ones who shout the loudest, but those who listen the most. ❤️

"Do not underestimate what you can create when you think of the well-being of others." 🏐🌍

#CryptoClarityAct

⚠️ The mousetrap wasn't your problem... until it was.

A small mouse, curious, looked through a hole in the wall and saw it with terror:
the farmer had bought a mousetrap.

He immediately ran to the yard to warn the other animals.

—There’s a mousetrap at home! A mousetrap!

The hen, without stopping to scratch, replied:
—I’m sorry, little mouse, but that doesn’t affect me.

The lamb, among the grass, said:
—I will pray for you… but I can’t do anything.

And the cow, from her shade, declared:
—I’m sorry, but I don’t see how that puts me in danger.

That night… the trap was activated.
But it didn’t catch the mouse.
It caught the tail of a poisonous snake.

The snake, furious, bit the farmer's wife.
He rushed her to the hospital… but came back with a fever.
To cure her, the farmer killed the hen and made her a soup.

The fever didn’t go down.
The neighbors arrived…
And to serve them, he killed the lamb.

The woman died.
And to pay for the funeral… he sold the cow.

The mouse survived.
The others did not.

POWERFUL MORAL:

Do not underestimate the problems of others.
Because what seems “far from you” today,
tomorrow may knock on your door.

📌 The world does not break because of the wickedness of the bad...
It breaks because of the indifference of the good.

👉 Don’t look the other way.
When someone needs you, don’t ask:
"Does this affect me?"
Ask yourself:
"Can I do something good here?"
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Good Wednesday!!

Sometimes in life we lose the ability to recognize and enjoy the essentials, the simple and everyday things, and little by little it seems that only bad moments exist.

Enjoy life. Be happy, work, study, visit your loved ones, enjoy your earnings, read, travel to places, and accept the things you cannot change and improve the things you can change.
$BNB

🐾 WHEN YOUR PET DIES… 🐈🐕
(For the one who lost someone who didn’t speak, but understood everything)

They had no words, but they knew your silences.
They didn’t judge, but they knew when you were broken.
They waited for you, even when the world turned its back on you.

And one day… they are no longer here.

Marcus Aurelius said:

"Do not weep because something has ended, rejoice because it happened."
But it’s not easy to apply when the emptiness walks through the house,
when the sound of water is no longer followed by little paws running.

However, stoicism doesn’t tell you not to feel.
It tells you to honor the pain without becoming a slave to it.
To cry… but not to collapse.
To remember… but not to chain yourself.

Your pet was not “just an animal.”
They were a master of presence.
A sage of love without judgment.
And now, their departure is another lesson:

👉 Nothing lasts forever. Neither pain… nor love… nor you.
And just for that, everything deserves to be lived with awareness.

Embrace the memory. Appreciate the bond.
But do not remain halted at the threshold of grief.

🐕🐈 Your furry friend wouldn’t want that.
And you… are stronger than you think.

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"EVERY MORNING I CLEANED THE STEPS OF THE CHURCH... NOT OUT OF FAITH, BUT OUT OF RESPECT FOR TIRED FEET."

Andrés Toledo, 79 years old, had a cloth, a broom, and a simple habit.

Every morning, at dawn, he cleaned the steps of the neighborhood church.

He was not an altar boy.
He did not work there.
He did not expect thanks.

He simply said:

—"There are people who come to the church with broken faith, but with tired feet.
At least let them step on something clean."

He removed dust, leaves, mud from the rain.

He did it in silence, before the doors opened.

One day, a young man asked him:

—"Why do you clean if no one asks you to?"

And Andrés replied:

—"Because there are gestures that are not prayer, but are also sacred."

The story went viral when a street photographer shared an image of Andrés hunched over, cleaning the steps at dawn.

Thousands of people commented:

"Not everyone who cares for a temple is inside.
Some start at the entrance."

Today, Mr. Andrés continues to clean the steps every morning.

And when someone says thank you, he smiles and replies:

—"It's not for the church.
It's for the people."
$BNB

📜 Letters to Lucilius: the mirror of stoic consciousness
"True enjoyment is the disdain of pleasures." — Seneca

In his Letters to Lucilius, Seneca not only taught philosophy: he laid bare the human soul with surgical precision.

Each letter is an intimate exploration of the fears, desires, passions, and contradictions that reside within us all. They are not cold treatises or moralistic sermons. They are confessions of a man who struggled against himself while teaching another to do the same.

🧠 From a psychological perspective, Seneca understood something that modern science confirms:
The poorly trained mind is the greatest enemy.
Anxiety arises not from facts, but from our interpretations.
Prolonged suffering does not always come from pain… but from the resistance to accept it.

📖 In his letters, he talks about:
— The brevity of life and the waste of time.
— Death as a teacher, not as an enemy.
— Serenity as a conquered state, not a gift.
— Detachment as freedom, not as loss.

🔥 Seneca writes to Lucilius, but speaks to us all:
"Do not wait to have control of the world. Master your inner world. There begins true freedom."

🏛 Stoic reflection of the day:
Before sleeping, ask yourself:
— Did I act with virtue or with impulse?
— Did I waste my time or invest it?
— Did I live as if I were eternal… or as if today were the last?

#Seneca #LettersToLucilius #StoicPsychology #Philosophy #DeepReflection #InnerMastery #ConsciousLiving #ModernStoicism #EternalWisdom

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After the Opium Wars, China not only lost territory and dignity. It also began to lose itself.

By 1880, it is estimated that there were over 40 million opium addicts. Perhaps more. No one counted them all. In cities like Shanghai or Canton, half of the men smoked. Men, women… everyone, lying on wooden platforms, with vacant looks and the smoking pipe between their fingers. They sold their belongings. Some, to their own children.

In places like Fuzhou, the opium dens were silent caverns of wood and smoke. A sweet, rancid smell that clung to clothes for days. It was the scent of a nation in slumber.

British ships arrived loaded with chests of opium, grown in colonial India. The trade was lucrative, sheltered by unequal treaties signed after China's defeat. Foreign gunboats patrolled the ports, and local officials were easily bribed.

What could China do?

It had lost the wars. It had signed its surrender with ink and humiliation.

While the world moved forward, China dreamed among the ruins.

It was only with the arrival of Mao Zedong, after 1949, that opium began to disappear. The new communist regime showed no mercy: traffickers were executed at dawn, shot against walls still damp from the night. Addicts were forced to detox… or died in the attempt.

And so, with fire and fear, China began to awaken from one of the most destructive dreams in its history. An imported, lucrative, and poisoned dream… that almost consumed it completely.

$XRP

While you go out to 'clear your mind', he has been staring for 8 hours straight.

While you ask for 'balance', he is programming his empire.
While you seek motivation, he executes obsession.

He is not smarter.
He is just more willing to let himself be consumed by his vision.

And you still believe you lack time. [72]

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💀You will be surrounded by crows💀

Don't be mistaken: not everyone who applauds you wants to see you fly.
Some are just waiting for you to fall so they can eat you alive.

You are surrounded by crows.
They disguise themselves as friends, laugh at your jokes, imitate your steps, even "support" you...
But not out of loyalty, but out of hunger.
Hunger for your downfall, your failure, your weakness.

Do you want to prove it? Shine a little brighter. Improve. Move forward.
And you will see how their smiles turn into discomfort.
How their compliments are filled with passive-aggressive poison.
How they start saying that you've changed, that you are no longer the same.
The truth? What they can't stand is that you are no longer at the level of their misery.

So fly high, even if they scream.
Do it even if they are waiting for you with their claws ready.
Because while you conquer the skies, they will continue to look for corpses.

✖️ You didn't come to please crows.
You came to become the hawk that doesn't ask for permission to fly.

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If you continue, you will break it!🦵 Epictetus vs Epaphroditus

🔥 Can you imagine someone breaking your leg... and you calmly look at them and say, "I warned you"?
This is the true story of a slave who mastered his mind to become freer than kings.

Epictetus was born around the year 55 A.D. in Hierapolis (present-day Turkey). He was sold as a slave to Rome, owned by Epaphroditus, a trusted freedman of Emperor Nero, and one of the cruelest men in the court.

Epaphroditus was sadistic. And according to the tradition recorded by his disciple Arrian, he once began to twist Epictetus's leg, perhaps as punishment or simply to show his power.

Epictetus did not beg. He did not scream.
He only calmly warned:

"If you continue, you will break it."

And he broke it.
Epictetus, now on the ground, simply concluded:

"See? I told you."

From then on, he was lame for life. But beyond the physical harm, this moment marked something much greater:
The birth of the stoic who would teach Rome the true power of the free mind.

Epictetus understood something that many today ignore:
"We do not control what happens to us. We only control how we interpret it and how we act."

For years he was a slave, but he never allowed anyone to take away his soul.
Later, now free, he founded his school of philosophy in Nicopolis and taught emperors like Marcus Aurelius... without ever writing a single word (everything we know about him was written by his disciple Arrian).

📜 "It is not things that disturb us, but our opinion about them." — Epictetus

🛡️ How many times do you give up your peace for things you can't even control?

Stoicism is not being still.
It is being firm.
Like Epictetus... even if they break you.

Share if you think we need more minds like this today.
And fewer egos that break over any criticism.

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Headaches are as old as humanity itself. And although aspirin was synthesized in 1897, suffering had already been seeking solutions long before.

This photo from 1890 demonstrates it: a curious treatment of the time known as "vibration therapy." The procedure literally involved striking a patient's helmet with a mallet on an anvil, as if the skull were a bell seeking relief. We don't know if the pain disappeared... but surely something was extinguished inside.

Before that, in the Middle Ages, migraines were fought with opium soaked in vinegar, applied with a sponge. The goal was simple: to make the patient sleep so much that they would forget the pain. Or everything else.

And if that didn't work, there was trepanation: opening a hole in the skull with rudimentary tools to "release the evils." This method has been around since 7000 B.C. and was practiced for millennia.

Apparently, when the pain was unbearable, the cure was more extreme than the cause.

Today, a paracetamol can relieve a headache. But there was a time when facing a migraine involved faith, brutality... and perhaps an anvil.
$SUI

In 1911, Bobby Leach became a legend. He was the first man to survive the descent of Niagara Falls inside a steel barrel. A reckless feat, foolish to some, glorious to others. He emerged with injuries, yes, but alive. And that made him a worldwide celebrity.

For years he toured fairs, theaters, and exhibitions recounting his feat. He had faced one of nature's most imposing challenges… and he had won.

But fate had a devastating irony in store.

Fifteen years later, in 1926, while on tour in New Zealand, Bobby Leach slipped on an orange peel in the street. The fall fractured his leg. The wound became infected. Doctors tried to save him with amputation… but it was in vain.

He died weeks later. Not drowned, not torn apart by the rocks of Niagara, but by a mundane everyday occurrence.

His story has survived as a modern parable: the man who defied death in the heights, defeated by a simple oversight at ground level.
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