Most people made the decision of putting up their money to CBEX. Each person has their different reasons, but sometimes something feels too true to be real. I guess in this situation experience doesn't really teach something. One of my friends was into it then, and each day she posted on her status and time, there was an increase in the money.
I just admired knowing it can't just be me. There are some things I just can't risk no matter how juicy it sounds. Most people have fallen into the hands of scammers and the likes of CBEX, but yet that wasn't a lesson.In my own point of view, everyone is responsible for their actions and decisions, whether good or bad, which is why I take my time to make my decision. I evaluate everything. The what-if, the risk, the goals. What do I intend to achieve by doing this? Could it be a waste of time? What if something goes wrong? What about the time taken? And the list goes on and on.
Every decision either goes well as planned or falls apart like the two sides of a coin. Critical thinking is the best way to make every form of decision. Either it affects your life positively or negatively.Choosing my course of study, at first I didn't want to practice or anything related. I just want to have good grades and have a certificate. It works pretty well.
I figured out something else to perfect in choosing my course over it. My thoughts were that the income wasn't so enticing. The stress and all of that—most of my friends thought the same. We termed it a man's work and it requires lots of confidence and so much physical work. I can remember the several opportunities I missed back then. It came two different times, but I rejected it.It was one of the bad decisions I made. I didn't think of the future, and each passing year things kept changing.
My decision to learn was something I thought critical: the ups and downs, the risk, the shift, and the turn.I evaluated every obstacle I would be facing, and when I began to face them, I knew it was going to come by.Venturing into it, other things I was doing were going to suffer.
I was aware of that. At some point I felt like giving up; standing up almost every 5 hours each day was so draining for me, and I thought of quitting, but then what about the weeks that passed by? The time I wasted wasn't worth something. My decision to learn more was going to affect me, but I didn't mind the stress as long as it yielded results.
