You don't know what's gonna hit.

Heya,

Getting straight to it.

Business Lesson - You don't know what's gonna hit

As you probably know, I've started taking Twitter seriously over the past few weeks.

Much of the content on Twitter, and especially in the entrepreneur niche seems to be based around frameworks and people teaching others how to do X.

Naturally, in the beginning, trying to follow the crowd, I moved away from my natural state of just sharing ideas and doing me and started catering toward that content format.

I wasn't enjoying it, I wasn't seeing much results from it.

Trying to always stay true to myself though, I had to break the pattern I was getting bored with.

And everything changed.

My tweets started resonating.

The thing is, I wasn't sharing anything profound, long, overly thought out, or formatted.

I just shared what came to mind, polished the wording a bit and shared it.

You might find surprising what my top 2 tweets for the last 28 days are.

They are short, straight to the point, and easy to understand, BUT also layered in their message.

So, what's the lesson?

Be yourself. Be unique. Be a breath of fresh air.

Don't cater to established formats.

Share your ideas.

You don't know what's gonna hit.

Piece of the story - Chapter 1.1, The Hut

(read the previous chapter here)

Just as the monstrous figure began its charge, a strange harmony settled amongst the trio. There were no words spoken, no glances exchanged. Only an instinctual understanding of their collective strength resonating in their cores. Their connection was as visceral as it was sudden, a synchronous rhythm pulsing with shared purpose.

The man by the stream, with a determined, unflinching stare, commanded the waters. A gesture of his hand sent the swirling droplets spinning around him, converging into a torrential shield against the oncoming attack. The water roared in response, spiralling upwards and holding in the air like a solid wall of resistance. It was both natural and unnatural, a symphony of water and will that reflected the determination in his eyes.

Simultaneously, the woman by the rocks closed her eyes, surrendering to the steady hum of the mountain under her fingertips. A profound connection surged through her, threading into the stone and the earth beneath. With a swift, purposeful motion, she pushed against the rock, directing a ripple of energy through it. The ground in front of her trembled, sending out a ripple that disturbed the beast's footing.

Lastly, the red-haired man in the downpour lifted his head, his gaze unyielding against the storm. He breathed in the humid air, tasted the rainwater on his lips. His body tensed, muscles pulling tight with an uncanny heat that evaporated the rain around him, creating a veil of steam. He extended his arm, and the air around him shimmered with heat, sending an invisible wave of energy radiating outwards.

Together, their powers converged, creating a cacophony of natural elements that bore down on the beast. The creature skidded to a halt, its roar drowned in the tumult. Then, just as suddenly, it crumbled. The rocks that made up its form rolled down the slope, leaving nothing but an echo of its chilling roar. The rain continued to pour, washing away the last remnants of the threat.

No sooner had the monstrous figure crumbled and the rain ceased, than the clouds began to part. The mist, too, began to recede, as if pulled back by an unseen hand. The mountain peak that had once been shrouded in storm and uncertainty was now bathed in the soft light of a receding storm. The rocks, still wet from the rain, glistened under the tender touch of the slight sunlight.

There, nestled in the distance, was a humble hut, solitary and unassuming. The sight was a stark contrast to the desolation they had encountered so far. Smoke curled up from its chimney, painting a comforting picture against the backdrop of the fresh, green valley. It was a beacon, a soft whisper of civilization amidst the wilderness.

A sense of curiosity mingled with their lingering caution. But the hut was the only indication of life they had seen, and so, they made their way toward it. The echoes of their encounter with the beast still rang in their ears, a haunting reminder of their unexplained circumstances. But they had survived, and now, they were moving together, united by their shared experience.

Their steps were firm and purposeful, their gazes fixed on the small hut. What lay within and beyond was a mystery, but the trio was ready to face it, together. Each step took them closer to the answers they desperately sought, and perhaps, to more questions they were yet to ponder.

As they moved together, a comfortable silence enveloped them. The hum of the wind and the occasional chirp of a bird were the only sounds that broke the silence. But it wasn't the awkward silence of strangers; rather, it was the calm silence of warriors who had just faced a test together.

Finally, it was the red-haired man who broke the silence. "So," he started, his voice echoing slightly in the vast openness, "does anyone remember how they got here?" His question lingered in the air, unanswered.

The woman spoke next with a soft, but firm voice. "I remember who I am, but not how I ended up here." She paused, looking at the man by the stream who was now approaching them. "And you?" she asked.

He shrugged, "Same. I remember myself, but not how I got here." His gaze shifted to the distant hut, "I guess we will have to find our answers there."

There was a certain relief in sharing their mutual confusion. It brought them closer, solidified their need to rely on each other. They had started their journey as strangers, but their shared experience and combined strength against the beast had forged an unspoken bond between them. They didn't have answers yet.

As they drew nearer to the hut, they found a renewed sense of purpose. They were embarking on a journey that was as mysterious as it was inevitable.

Read the next chapter here.

Have a great one!

Julian

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