A young and pretty lady posted this on a popular forum: Title: What should I do to marry a rich guy? I'm going to be honest of what I'm going to say here. I'm 25 this year. I'm very pretty, have style and good taste. I wish to marry a guy with $500k annual salary or above. You might say that I'm greedy, but an annual salary of $1M is considered only as middle class in New York My requirement is not high. Is there anyone in this forum who has an income of $500k annual salary? Are you all married? I wanted to ask: what should I do to marry rich persons like you? Among those I've dated, the richest is $250k annual income, and it seems that this is my upper limit. If someone is going to move into high cost residential area on the west of New York CityGarden(? ), $250k annual income is not enough.
I'm here humbly to ask a few questions: 1) Where do most rich bachelors hang out? (Please list down the names and addresses of bars, restaurant, gym) 2) Which age group should I target? 3) Why most wives of the riches is only average-looking? I've met a few girls who doesn't have looks & are not interesting, but they are able to marry rich guys 4) How do you decide who can be your wife, & who can only be your girlfriend? (my target now is to get married)
Ms. Pretty
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Awesome reply:
Dear Ms. Pretty,
I have read your post with great interest. Guess there are lots of girls out there who have similar questions like yours. Please allow me to analyse your situation as a professional investor. My annual income is more than $500k, which meets your requirement, so I hope everyone believes that I'm not wasting time here. From the standpoint of a business person, it is a bad decision to marry you. The answer is very simple, so let me explain. Put the details aside, what you're trying to do is an exchange of "beauty" and "money": Person A provides beauty, and Person B pays for it, fair and square. However, there's a deadly problem here, your beauty will fade, but my money will not be gone without any good reason. The fact is, my income might increase from year to year, but you can't be prettier year after year. Hence from the viewpoint of economics, I am an appreciation asset, and you are a depreciation asset. It's not just normal depreciation, but exponential depreciation. If that is your only asset, your value will be much worried 10 years later.
By the terms we use in Wall Street, every trading has a position, dating with you is also a "trading position". If the trade value dropped we will sell it and it is not a good idea to keep it for long term - same goes with the marriage that you wanted. It might be cruel to say this, but in order to make a wiser decision any assets with great depreciation value will be sold or "leased". Anyone with over $500k annual income is not a fool; we would only date you, but will not marry you. I would advice that you forget looking for any clues to marry a rich guy. And by the way, you could make yourself to become a rich person with $500k annual income.. This has better chance than finding a rich fool.
Hope this reply helps. If you are interested in "leasing" services, do contact me...
signed,
CEO some group
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Friday, September 10, 2010
May your day be a Shay Day.
Two Choices
What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again..
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
What would you do?....you make the choice. Don't look for a punch line, there isn't one. Read it anyway. My question is: Would you have made the same choice?
At a fundraising dinner for a school that serves children with learning disabilities, the father of one of the students delivered a speech that would never be forgotten by all who attended. After extolling the school and its
dedicated staff, he offered a question:
'When not interfered with by outside influences, everything nature does, is done with perfection.
Yet my son, Shay, cannot learn things as other children do. He cannot understand things as other children do.
Where is the natural order of things in my son?'
The audience was stilled by the query.
The father continued. 'I believe that when a child like Shay, who was mentally and physically disabled comes into the world, an opportunity to realize true human nature presents itself, and it comes in the way other people treat that child.'
Then he told the following story:
Shay and I had walked past a park where some boys Shay knew were playing baseball. Shay asked, 'Do you think they'll let me play?' I knew that most of the boys would not want someone like Shay on their team, but as a father I also understood that if my son were allowed to play, it would give him a much-needed sense of belonging and some confidence to be accepted by others in spite of his handicaps.
I approached one of the boys on the field and asked (not expecting much) if Shay could play. The boy looked around for guidance and said, 'We're losing by six runs and the game is in the eighth inning. I guess he can be on our team and we'll try to put him in to bat in the ninth inning.'
Shay struggled over to the team's bench and, with a broad smile, put on a team shirt. I watched with a small tear in my eye and warmth in my heart. The boys saw my joy at my son being accepted.
In the bottom of the eighth inning, Shay's team scored a few runs but was still behind by three.
In the top of the ninth inning, Shay put on a glove and played in the right field. Even though no hits came his way, he was obviously ecstatic just to be in the game and on the field, grinning from ear to ear as I waved to him from the stands.
In the bottom of the ninth inning, Shay's team scored again..
Now, with two outs and the bases loaded, the potential winning run was on base and Shay was scheduled to be next at bat.
At this juncture, do they let Shay bat and give away their chance to win the game?
Surprisingly, Shay was given the bat. Everyone knew that a hit was all but impossible because Shay didn't even know how to hold the bat properly, much less connect with the ball.
However, as Shay stepped up to the
plate, the pitcher, recognizing that the other team was putting winning aside for this moment in Shay's life, moved in a few steps to lob the ball in softly so Shay could at least make contact.
The first pitch came and Shay swung clumsily and missed.
The pitcher again took a few steps forward to toss the ball softly towards Shay.
As the pitch came in, Shay swung at the ball and hit a slow ground ball right back to the pitcher.
The game would now be over.
The pitcher picked up the soft grounder and could have easily thrown the ball to the first baseman.
Shay would have been out and that would have been the end of the game.
Instead, the pitcher threw the ball right over the first baseman's head, out of reach of all team mates.
Everyone from the stands and both teams started yelling, 'Shay, run to first!
Run to first!'
Never in his life had Shay ever run that far, but he made it to first base.
He scampered down the baseline, wide-eyed and startled.
Everyone yelled, 'Run to second, run to second!'
Catching his breath, Shay awkwardly ran towards second, gleaming and struggling to make it to the base.
B y the time Shay rounded towards second base, the right fielder had the ball . the smallest guy on their team who now had his first chance to be the hero for his team.
He could have thrown the ball to the second-baseman for the tag, but he understood the pitcher's intentions so he, too, intentionally threw the ball high and far over the third-baseman's head.
Shay ran toward third base deliriously as the runners ahead of him circled the bases toward home.
All were screaming, 'Shay, Shay, Shay, all the Way Shay'
Shay reached third base because the opposing shortstop ran to help him by turning him in the direction of third base, and shouted, 'Run to third!
Shay, run to third!'
As Shay rounded third, the boys from both teams, and the spectators, were on their feet screaming, 'Shay, run home! Run home!'
Shay ran to home, stepped on the plate, and was cheered as the hero who hit the grand slam and won the game for his team
'That day', said the father softly with tears now rolling down his face, 'the boys from both teams helped bring a piece of true love and humanity into this world'.
Shay didn't make it to another summer. He died that winter, having never forgotten being the hero and making me so happy, and coming home and seeing his Mother tearfully embrace her little hero of the day!
AND NOW A LITTLE FOOT NOTE TO THIS STORY:
We all send thousands of jokes through the e-mail without a second thought, but when it comes to sending messages about life choices, people hesitate.
The crude, vulgar, and often obscene pass freely through cyberspace, but public discussion about decency is too often suppressed in our schools and workplaces.
If you're thinking about forwarding this message, chances are that you're probably sorting out the people in your address book who aren't the 'appropriate' ones to receive this type of message Well, the person who sent you this believes that we all can make a difference.
We all have thousands of opportunities every single day to help realize the 'natural order of things.'
So many seemingly trivial interactions between two people present us with a choice:
Do we pass along a little spark of love and humanity or do we pass up those opportunities and leave the world a little bit colder in the process?
A wise man once said every society is judged by how it treats it's least fortunate amongst them.
Saturday, August 14, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Soch Lo
How would you handle it if your partner’s EX wants him or her back?
If u love someone,
set him free,
if he comes back,
he is yours,
if not,
he never was.
As soon as I read this title above lines hit my mind which we used to recite in our school days.
And As I suddenly found myself trapped in the imagination.............
One fine Sunday morning I am sitting on the breakfast table with my hubby and kids waiting to be served with hot and tasty Pastas and the door bell rang. There was Suhana outside. She is my husband's colleague. We also get along very well. I opened the door, gave her a nice hug and welcomed her inside. But somehow I felt that she is not the same as always.
Suhana stays alone in a rented house in a posh area of the city. She often used to visit our house. We use to spend quality time with each other. We use to prepare snacks together always trying something new.
My hubby used to do some office gossip with her and we use to do gossip about the world. She had the ability to crack jokes on each and everything.
I don't know but there was some hidden charm in her. I used to get amazed while talking with her. She could easily talk about politics at one minute and move on to great
Curry recipe in another. Everyone ay my place was fond of her because of her nature.
My hubby waved and said his usual "Hey". I asked her to join us for Pasta. She declined with a polite thank you and went to Sofa. She wasn't in her usual self and was
Sitting like a statue. I could feel something wrong in the air surrounding and was waiting for her to speak up. I tried to cheer her up by staring some gupshup and her response
Were monosyllable. At last I lost my patience and asked "Are you okay? Why are you so quite today"? She broke her silence with words which came to me like bolt from the
Blue,” I love your husband Maya, please give him back". I was dumbstruck. Nothing came out from my mouth. Somehow I managed to look at my husband who was looking
at Suhna in great surprise. He got up and asked what are you saying Suhana?
Suddenly it came to my mind that is Suhana joking and making fool of me. I managed a smile and asked her What is the meaning of 'give him "back" to you'? He is all yours
just send him to me when my maid is absent and he is supposed to clean the utensils. Suhana said Maya I am serious. We both love each other. We were dating each other
for all the 3 years of college. Due to circumstances we couldn't get married back. But I always had hope that he will come back to me someday.
Raj ....Raj what the hell she is saying I blurted out some how. with tears in my eyes. I was bewildered, feeling betrayed, broken down.There was no emotion left which didn't go through me.
Should I try to convince him to stay with me? Or should I let him decide without any influence from me? I’m afraid this whole thing will turn into a battle of ‘who fights for him
harder’. But NO I’m not like that, if he chooses me, I want it to be because he loves me, not because I had the ‘better argument’........
"Mamma I got 10 on 10 in Maths today" I was put to reality by my 7 years old son as he entered the house screaming and shouting. Meri jaan me jaan aayi.....oh, it was all
imagination, thank god, I am saved. But the next moment I thought what all I was thinking in the end was real me? Am I that practical? I recalled the T-Shirt quote in
today's Newspaper "Don't follow your heart bcoz it’s not on the right side”. I smiled.
If u love someone,
set him free,
if he comes back,
he is yours,
if not,
he never was.
As soon as I read this title above lines hit my mind which we used to recite in our school days.
And As I suddenly found myself trapped in the imagination.............
One fine Sunday morning I am sitting on the breakfast table with my hubby and kids waiting to be served with hot and tasty Pastas and the door bell rang. There was Suhana outside. She is my husband's colleague. We also get along very well. I opened the door, gave her a nice hug and welcomed her inside. But somehow I felt that she is not the same as always.
Suhana stays alone in a rented house in a posh area of the city. She often used to visit our house. We use to spend quality time with each other. We use to prepare snacks together always trying something new.
My hubby used to do some office gossip with her and we use to do gossip about the world. She had the ability to crack jokes on each and everything.
I don't know but there was some hidden charm in her. I used to get amazed while talking with her. She could easily talk about politics at one minute and move on to great
Curry recipe in another. Everyone ay my place was fond of her because of her nature.
My hubby waved and said his usual "Hey". I asked her to join us for Pasta. She declined with a polite thank you and went to Sofa. She wasn't in her usual self and was
Sitting like a statue. I could feel something wrong in the air surrounding and was waiting for her to speak up. I tried to cheer her up by staring some gupshup and her response
Were monosyllable. At last I lost my patience and asked "Are you okay? Why are you so quite today"? She broke her silence with words which came to me like bolt from the
Blue,” I love your husband Maya, please give him back". I was dumbstruck. Nothing came out from my mouth. Somehow I managed to look at my husband who was looking
at Suhna in great surprise. He got up and asked what are you saying Suhana?
Suddenly it came to my mind that is Suhana joking and making fool of me. I managed a smile and asked her What is the meaning of 'give him "back" to you'? He is all yours
just send him to me when my maid is absent and he is supposed to clean the utensils. Suhana said Maya I am serious. We both love each other. We were dating each other
for all the 3 years of college. Due to circumstances we couldn't get married back. But I always had hope that he will come back to me someday.
Raj ....Raj what the hell she is saying I blurted out some how. with tears in my eyes. I was bewildered, feeling betrayed, broken down.There was no emotion left which didn't go through me.
Should I try to convince him to stay with me? Or should I let him decide without any influence from me? I’m afraid this whole thing will turn into a battle of ‘who fights for him
harder’. But NO I’m not like that, if he chooses me, I want it to be because he loves me, not because I had the ‘better argument’........
"Mamma I got 10 on 10 in Maths today" I was put to reality by my 7 years old son as he entered the house screaming and shouting. Meri jaan me jaan aayi.....oh, it was all
imagination, thank god, I am saved. But the next moment I thought what all I was thinking in the end was real me? Am I that practical? I recalled the T-Shirt quote in
today's Newspaper "Don't follow your heart bcoz it’s not on the right side”. I smiled.
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Perception, Taste & Priorities .......... something to think about...
Washington, DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007. The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately two thousand people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. After 3 minutes a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing. He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.
4 minutes later:
The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.
6 minutes:
A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his watch and started to walk again.
10 minutes:
A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The kid stopped to look at the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action was repeated by several other children.. Every parent, without exception, forced their children to move on quickly.
45 minutes:
The musician played continuously. Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money but continued to walk at their normal pace. The man collected a total of $32.
1 hour:
He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one applauded, nor was there any recognition.
No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before, Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.
This is a true story. Joshua Bell playing incognito in the metro station was organized by the Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste and people's priorities . The questions raised: in a commonplace environment at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?
One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this: If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of the most beautiful instruments ever made....
How many other things are we missing????????
Saturday, March 27, 2010
Sunday, January 10, 2010
A poem by someone i don't know
SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say, 'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask How are you?
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say, 'Hi'
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.
Friday, January 1, 2010
2010 Resolution
If you’ve made your New Year resolution throw it away or don’t bother making one this year. The only resolution you need for 2010 is to live your dream. It’s that time of the year when all of us look back and think what we could have done with this year. All of us have dreams and yes we have some pretty big dreams. While we concentrate our energies on dreaming the dreams, we aren’t concentrating on how to achieve those dreams. We aren’t concentrating on the end result the final goal. Can you imagine playing a football match with this kind of mind set; I think you’ll end up with an Own Goal. If you can dream, you can make it happen.
The few achievers of this world are the ones who are 'Executioners' the ones who make it happen, in any place be it a school or a company there are 80% of sheep and 20% are executioner. Execution is the key to achieving your dreams. Nearly all of us are hesitant to start anything new, take a risk as we are scared of trying something new. Our first question before taking a step is has anyone else tried it, did it work for them. The herd mentality is so ingrained into our minds since we were kids.
How many times were you compared by friends and family to the kid down the road who got a better grade than you or won that race? Do people around you even know where those kids ended up in life. Did the top ranker in your school ever make it in life' school? This legacy of comparison is what has made Sheep' out of us, this legacy is what is keeping us from achieving our best in life. If one sheep goes to the edge of a cliff all of them follow him, what’s the end result they all fall down. The trouble is that everyone is a Sheep and if you try to show being any different it’s a joke for all of them. From a sheep's point of view the world is full of sheep'. Taking a quote from Gordon Gekko ‘Cause they’re sheep and sheep get slaughtered’. We are scared of what the world will think of we fail at something, will they laugh at me, will I be made to stand in the hall of shame till i breathe my last.
We have lost the courage to say ‘It’s my life’, we’ve lost the will to take control of our dreams. If you listen to the Sheep you will never achieve your dream, this New Year we need to go ahead and take a risk in life. Block out all the sheep in your life and start living your dream. You will never have enough money or contacts or time to get the ball rolling but once you start things will fall in place. I always start if i have at least 75% clarity, never wait for the 100% nobody has it and if someone says they have it you know what they're smoking. What’s stopping you from telling someone that you’ll work for free to learn a new trade, what’s stopping you from talking to people trying to sell them things, what’s stopping you from taking a risk on something new.
The word Impossible actually means 'I M Possible', but the sheep have got it all confused. Write down what you want to achieve and identify the people who can guide you not the ones who will buy from you. Only you can make your dreams come true. Yes you will have dime a dozen advisors who will tell you not to go ahead with your plans, people will laugh at you openly or behind your back and some may even call you things they shouldn’t. There will be a bunch that will keep quiet and every little setback that you face they'll tell you 'i told you so'. Ignore all the criticism and fear of setbacks, understand one thing people who only criticize are the ones who don’t have the balls to take a risk in life. Surround yourself with people who challenge your way of thinking so that you come up with better ways of doing things.
Trust yourself and trust your gut instinct. What’s the Worst case scenario - you will suffer a temporary setback however, at least you will learn something new, come out smarter than when you went into it, be more ready to achieve your next big dream. Life is like a piece of steel that goes through the fire and comes out as a beautiful sword. Don’t concentrate on the fire or the hammer, concentrate on the end result the beautiful sword. Like someone once said, Aim for the moon at least you'll land on the stars. Live your dreams in the New Year….make it happen Have A Great New Year
The few achievers of this world are the ones who are 'Executioners' the ones who make it happen, in any place be it a school or a company there are 80% of sheep and 20% are executioner. Execution is the key to achieving your dreams. Nearly all of us are hesitant to start anything new, take a risk as we are scared of trying something new. Our first question before taking a step is has anyone else tried it, did it work for them. The herd mentality is so ingrained into our minds since we were kids.
How many times were you compared by friends and family to the kid down the road who got a better grade than you or won that race? Do people around you even know where those kids ended up in life. Did the top ranker in your school ever make it in life' school? This legacy of comparison is what has made Sheep' out of us, this legacy is what is keeping us from achieving our best in life. If one sheep goes to the edge of a cliff all of them follow him, what’s the end result they all fall down. The trouble is that everyone is a Sheep and if you try to show being any different it’s a joke for all of them. From a sheep's point of view the world is full of sheep'. Taking a quote from Gordon Gekko ‘Cause they’re sheep and sheep get slaughtered’. We are scared of what the world will think of we fail at something, will they laugh at me, will I be made to stand in the hall of shame till i breathe my last.
We have lost the courage to say ‘It’s my life’, we’ve lost the will to take control of our dreams. If you listen to the Sheep you will never achieve your dream, this New Year we need to go ahead and take a risk in life. Block out all the sheep in your life and start living your dream. You will never have enough money or contacts or time to get the ball rolling but once you start things will fall in place. I always start if i have at least 75% clarity, never wait for the 100% nobody has it and if someone says they have it you know what they're smoking. What’s stopping you from telling someone that you’ll work for free to learn a new trade, what’s stopping you from talking to people trying to sell them things, what’s stopping you from taking a risk on something new.
The word Impossible actually means 'I M Possible', but the sheep have got it all confused. Write down what you want to achieve and identify the people who can guide you not the ones who will buy from you. Only you can make your dreams come true. Yes you will have dime a dozen advisors who will tell you not to go ahead with your plans, people will laugh at you openly or behind your back and some may even call you things they shouldn’t. There will be a bunch that will keep quiet and every little setback that you face they'll tell you 'i told you so'. Ignore all the criticism and fear of setbacks, understand one thing people who only criticize are the ones who don’t have the balls to take a risk in life. Surround yourself with people who challenge your way of thinking so that you come up with better ways of doing things.
Trust yourself and trust your gut instinct. What’s the Worst case scenario - you will suffer a temporary setback however, at least you will learn something new, come out smarter than when you went into it, be more ready to achieve your next big dream. Life is like a piece of steel that goes through the fire and comes out as a beautiful sword. Don’t concentrate on the fire or the hammer, concentrate on the end result the beautiful sword. Like someone once said, Aim for the moon at least you'll land on the stars. Live your dreams in the New Year….make it happen Have A Great New Year
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