Even if I do think that success can appear anyhow almost immediately and has nothing to do with if you deserve it or not, I’m still a firm believer in the good ol’ “empty hands” concept.
Some suspicion can be wise whenever you enter promotions or promises of quick big rewards and payments. We always help each other out, for else there would be no market at all, but true success is in the end always self-made, and definitely, the thing to be truly proud of. Real dreamers have a drive like that, with only their stamina and the determination to walk far beyond obstacles. A professional scammer appeals more to the gambler type, who would gladly do the work for you. As long as you pay.
Sorry to say I’ve seen examples of people born wealthy, running businesses just to get a kick out of it. Making money should be fun, but that’s not what I’m saying. What many don’t always understand is that there is value itself in building something up on your own. The journey to go for or create something that will last in the future, and that may even be of benefit to others.
Along the journey we learn things, we discover our deepest fears, actions occur, we meet the love of our life, destiny is writing its pages through our daily strivings. This is how the Laws are working, and that is something money can’t buy. The book that explains this the best is Paulo Coelho’s “The Alchemist.” Everything in Rhonda Byrne’s “The Secret” is entirely true. It’s just so much more to it.
Set forth your goals and go for them. Never, ever, give up. No matter the obstacle. Along the journey, we hopefully discover the difference between a kick and real bliss. We find value. Hardcore goal setting will always risk missing the point. Making a perfect vision and focusing on our goals, trying out every method just to reach there, all the while being too arrogant to see and receive the blessings along the way. Love can never be a goal. It’s a blessing. Who the heck wants to become somebody else’s personal goal anyway?
At the end of your adventure, you’ll understand why you had to do it. And even if it didn’t end up the way you expected, you wouldn’t regret one single step that you did. So the blog called life was written down. You were the one that truly wrote it, and you were given the best tools to do it – all the time. Yes, you were. I’m talking about a good story; that holds real content.
