Since the dawn of time, human beings have been obsessed with
keeping track of things, recurring stars, seasonal changes, age count and so
forth. We have done a little more than simply maintain this, we have expanded
the spectrum of events and things we keep count of, so much so that sometimes
we set our own traps.
Allow me walk you
through my thinking…..
There’s something about Sunday evening and introspection,
well, at least for me. Today as I sat there, laptop open, staring blankly at my emails, I started to
recount the number of times, this year alone, that I’ve flirted with the big
time, I mean, worked, coal face and extensively on really big transactions that
would have changed mine and my family’s’ lives forever, but at the 11th
hour have had my payload slip right through the grasp of my hands.
Understand this, when I do something, anything, I attach the
very fabric of my soul to it, so much so that it becomes part of me and losing almost
always feels like death itself. Someone may read my last statement and think maybe
I get too attached to things and should “take it easy”, but in my defense, let
me share this idea of mine I feel so strongly about. Your soul is your energy,
it is the beginning and the end of a life and while it is there, life carries
on. When you love, its core source is your
soul, because without it, your heart is only a blood beating organ, incapable
of emotion or affection. Now, when I get my hands dirty in pursuit of a thought
I want to materialize, there’s no way I can fully apply the entire length and
breathe of my creativity and business intuition without having loved it first
in thought, in the process, linking it to my soul. At this extent, a loss is
death of a bit of me in a sense.
Moving on…
Admittedly, the first emotion that came over me when I started
to count my losses was a deep and overwhelming sense of despondency, I wondered
if at all I will win eventually. After allowing
myself to sit on my pity pot for a good 4 seconds or so, I got up and flushed,
with a realization in mind.
Mistakes and life generated mishaps are good overall because
there are many lessons to take and personal growth (maturity), happens in these
times, we even have a dozen adages nodding in agreement with this, one of which
I quote the most being “Stormy seas make exceptional Captains”. However, how
many people dwell on this negative count and pay close attention to the list as
it grows longer, (which it inevitable will because there are generally more
losses than wins) allowing that cloud of despondency, much like mine, or even
worse, to swallow them whole and completely choke the will to succeed out of
them?
Keeping track of how a loss came about is inevitable in
order to do amendments and thus achieve growth, but pay attention to what
exactly you’re keeping track of.
So, what have you been counting? Your age? Telling yourself
you’re too old to start that weight loss diet? Or your income, convincing
yourself that that brilliant idea you have in mind will never fly because you
don’t have enough to get it to lift off?
The great thing is it’s never too late to assume a different
mentality! You can opt to keep count of how many times you’ve gone about things
in the wrong way, and rather than re-living the pain, focus that energy on how
else you can apply yourself in a manner that will trigger victory. Happiness
was designed for everyone, that’s why we can all smile, that’s why we can all
laugh, however, happiness, much like most of life’s truest treasures, requires
one’s own internal effort. You too can achieve your goals and be happy, but it’s
the subtle nuances in mental character that build up to that glorious moment on
the victory lap.
Don’t just count, count productively.
Keep well and stay winning.
Lethu.
