Believe in an idea

Sometimes I have this marvellous ideas. So awesome they could set my mind alight - live. Such ideas come when I least expect them to (when do yours come). They're most spontaneous of imaginary creatures. Some people call these moments their bulb moments. Einstein moment.

To me, they mostly come during a period of intense reading (the rests between such readings). Periods when I'm most engaged to full throttle with my mind. In stark contrast though, they also come when I'm most relaxed. When I'm so relaxed I virtually ponder nothing in my head and then POP, a bonfire of an idea explodes.

But alongside such brilliancy, I noticed something missing. Something probably more important and significant than the most-awesome idea itself. That most of the time there's lack of believe in ones own ideas. Lacking the believe that although common sense says 'ah-aaah, not doable', one trusts and has faith that it can be done.

With me, I realised that if I pursued something that I doubt. Something I don't truly believe to be fruitful in its nature, I tend to go half at it. Sparing the other energy and resources for another. Divided attention I tell you.

It takes a lot to believe in your own idea. A lot more than it takes to even work on that idea. But at the same time, no work, no pay. No sweat, no mass. Simple as that. So my own lesson for today is that I must harness my ability to believe. Reignite it. Light it back up. And then quadraple that with 100% pure hard work. Let alone with pursued imagination.

So once you capture that brilliant moment. Once you net that awesome idea. First believe truly in it, then stack up the hard work and bring it home to roast - success that is.


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How will you meet your luck?

No, not your death, but rather, your lucky stroke. I hear many a time my friends family and others speak of somebody being successful because they were lucky. “Very lucky,” they’d say. And sometimes, out of naivety, I’d simply agree with them. But isn’t true that those who are lucky, on the majority, are those who had toiled hard prior to their success or crossing with their luck?

Of late I’ve been asking the One above to throw a sweet ball of luck my way. Contradictory, I reminded myself that if I got lucky today, would such luck change my life permanently or simply bring a fresh passing breeze of success into my life. What with the potential of abusing the luck and spending it all before I realise how to take advantage of it? With this, I realised that for me to meet my luck, I better be prepared to crossroad with it. That in fact, hard work and goodwilling toil do attract luck. The sweat somewhat whisks in lady luck into your life because you had been prepared for it and ideal to exploit it to the benefit of your life and those of others around you.

Wishing for luck is simply wishing for manna to fall right into your palms. I stopped that, just recently and I hope I don’t revert to such futile exercise. This particularly with the struggle with my debut book. And since I stopped wishing for luck, I’ve come to appreciate better the value of hard work and I toiled forward.

The value of running right into your fears and right in to that thin path – where others have said ‘it can’t be done’, ‘it’s impossible’ – is life altering. Believing and labouring at something of value in your life makes the world step apart to allow all the right forces to tag-team with you in achieving your goal. And I personally believe it is during this time that luck is met or grows on your thorny, lonesome and thin path. However, if and when you meet it unprepared and with the hard work factor missing, I doubt luck will build around your life and goals. It might pass you by and nest in the dreams and sweat of the next fellow. And what would you, “what a lucky fellow. Very lucky.”

Make sure that when your lucky stroke comes, you are damned prepared for your sweat to capture it.

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The test

There're times during our journeys that we just feel the juice to on has run out. That the chutzpah to continue blazing a meaningful trail has dried out with the suns each day past. That our minds can't stretch any farther than we've already exploited them. That our tired bodies can't shed an ounce more of strength to sustain our cause. That our courage has withered with the few storms that cornerd us at our most vulnerable.

It is during this times that we're in fact called to the test. We're called to break or make and during this very time, the siff starts to run its cause too. The wheat slowly separates from the charf. It is that point were those labeled genious hold their own, and those labeled anything else not resonating triumph being to wallow at the brim of a bottomless pit.

The testing moments such as these call for something that we can't see or touch. It calls for us to be faithful. Faith. To find and draw that innate voice that whispers, 'go on, it will be done'. That voice that says it was made yours the moment you had the dream to achieve, the moment you begun, the moment you shed the first sweat in your palm.

Almost like one can say it's the tipping point. The juncture where we get what we wanted and needed or we 'go home'. A road without tests is one that doesn't mould a person to greatness. Like the blacksmith would burn, burn again, then hammer, burn, hammer a metal until it takes a shape that is more beautiful and becomes a masterpiece.

Allow yourself to feel the faith so that you can give your dream and opportunity to turn this one corner, just as you will need to allow it to turn the next harder one. In this way, you get closer to your dream. By doing that alone, you'll feel triumphant - like I do right now - and imagine the feeling once the dream has been achieved. DESTINY!

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