Life can take us down unexpected and difficult paths.
Through painful experience, I have learned that to be very successful in your life, there are some things we must do. Most of them are difficult, bordering on the impossible, but all of these 10 things listed below are actually achievable.
There are two types of people who will tell that you cannot make a difference in this world; those who are afraid to try, and those who are afraid you will succeed. ~ Ray Goforth.
I firmly believe that these are the most important of the rules we must follow in order to overcome life’s challenges, and ultimately win out:
- Stay Healthy. It’s almost impossible to be successful if you’re often ill, spending time in bed, or in hospital.
- Overcome Addictions. Alcoholism, Drug Addiction, Gambling, Smoking….. to name perhaps the most dangerous of all possible addictions. If you drink too much you will lose almost everything. If you drink and gamble you will lose everything. If you drink, gamble, smoke, and take drugs, you will lose everything, and then you’ll die ~ horribly
- Stay Within the Law. If you get involved with illegal activities, including taking drugs, drink driving, illegal gambling ~ sometime or other you will have a run in with The Police. A criminal record does your chances of living your dream life no good at all.
- Say Goodbye to Toxic People. Toxic relationships will make you unhappy, corrupt your mind and soul, and prevent you from realising how much better things can be.
- Seek Out, and Take, Good Advice. If you’re physically ill see a doctor, if you’re suffering mentally see a counsellor, and if you’re just struggling seek out your closest and wisest friend. Whatever advice you’re given, really take it to heart.
- Do Not Waste Time or Money. Too many people throw their money away without thought. Almost everyone wastes their time on unimportant activities. A fool and his money are soon parted. Time is the most precious resource we have.
- Stay Romantically and Sexually Faithful. Affairs, casual sex, multiple partners, using sex-workers, are all going to waste your time and money. You will get into trouble, and if you’re married, you will be asked for a divorce.
- Keep Learning. Nobody can know everything, but most people don’t even try to improve their mind and knowledge once they finish their formal education. The internet and a million books are out their, and something you learn may just give you the edge you need to become successful.
- Focus On Things You Can Control. God, grant me the Serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference. And, don’t let me try to change people, because that never works.
- Follow Your Dreams. Dreams are the fuel for your success. Without dreams there can never be any meaningful and lasting success in your life.
Some very smart people can ignore some of these rules, some of the time, and still be successful. But you can’t ignore all of these rules, all of the time, and still have a hope in hell of making a success of your life. And, never worry about failure, just make certain that you pick yourself up and start again.
Marmaduke is a success,
and he loves Bentleys and Jaguars
Embrace the daring adventure your life was supposed to be.
I like the sea and great beaches, particularly in the warm, blue Mediterranean.
Having recently returned from having a great time on the Mediterranean Island of Crete, (which has the longest history and the oldest civilisation in Europe), I decided it was time to look for a new adventure.
So, I’ve found a trip which involves an intensive ‘Wisdom Retreat’ with the catchy tag-line of From Chaos to Coherence ~ The Power To Thrive In Life Extremes. This retreat is to be lead by the New Age author Gregg Braden, and takes place in the Hyatt Regency Tamaya Resort and Spa, in New Mexico.
The hotel looks great, and the circular pool looks fabulous.
I’ve never been to New Mexico, especially not to a place that’s a 5,280 foot high desert valley. The pre-reading for this retreat includes lots of stuff about how to be comfortable and survive while I’m out in the desert….. It all sounds adventurous, educational, and fun.
And, I wanted to see my friend in California again ~ better known as ‘The Girl Riding Shotgun.
Ergo, I’m flying out to Orange County to spend a few days on the Californian beaches, and then flying to Albuqureque, and driving to the Hyatt where the retreat is being held.
It might have been fun to take the 800 mile road trip from California to New Mexico, but this time that was just not going to work. So, I’ll get to experience all the delights of American short-haul flying, probably in a puddle-jumper.
This trip is not for a while yet, and I am really looking forward t it. I’ll tell you all about it when I get back.
The trip after this one to New Mexico? Back to Turkey I think.
After New Mexico ~ maybe Turkey again
To be an ideal guest ~ stay at home.
Have you ever had one of those house guests you wish had never turned up at all? Well it seems that President Trump is less than an ideal candidate for a State Visit to the United Kingdom.
To be fair, this great country’s Queen Elizabeth II has hosted some very unsavory and embarrassing characters on previous state visits to her United Kingdom: from Mobutu Sese Seke in 1973, (then the president of Zaire), Robert Mugabe, in 1994, and Xi Jinping the leader of China in 2015. At least Mr. Trump isn’t a homicidal maniac who has criminalised homosexuality or stopped women from being educated or voting.
Mr Trump is merely ill-mannered, badly educated, and prone to saying what he really thinks. Really, in no way a typical polite and cultured American.
The president broke Royal Protocol three times when he visited the 92 years old Queen at Windsor Castle. Firstly he kept her waiting for a quarter of an hour in 80 degree heat, he refused to bow to the Queen, instead shaking her hand, and the he turned his back on the monarch and walked ahead of her when inspecting the guard of honour. You know what? You just don’t do that here.
An Englishman thinks all American males are ignorant, boorish, and uneducated ~ Trump proves it.
A significant proportion of the population of these Islands have protested against the President’s state visit; thousands of
fucking stupid protesters have hit the streets in a display of left-leaning-liberal indignation, (including the leader of our Labour Party, the facile Jeremy Corbyn.) I’m not certain what English law says about banners that use Fuck and Cunt in their slogans, but that was deemed perfectly acceptable in the anti-trump demonstrations. A million people, (allegedly), have signed a petition to stop this state visit.
Meanwhile, the supposedly completely independent BBC has taken advantage of every opportunity it could find to denigrate President Trump, his State Visit, and America in general. It’s appalling that this state-funded broadcaster has lowered itself to the same level as those ignorant rent-a-mob street protesters.
In an interview with the Sun newspaper here, Mr Trump also enraged Brexit Remainers by saying that Prime Minister Theresa May had wrecked Brexit. And you know what? This president says it like it is, and more often not he’s right. As Prime Minister Mrs. May is as much use as a concrete life-preserver ~ no good at all.
So, President Trump’s State Visit has enraged some, but their petty indignation says more about their narrow-minded, juvenile attitudes that it does about Mr. Trump.
Some say that if you don’t agree with someone, you should stop them from talking. And, that if you take to the streets and protest loudly enough you will force ‘the authorities’ to sit up and take notice. All I know is that I like Mr. Trump better than I like the people protesting his visit to this Great Britain.
I think that slogan is so cool
Words are also seeds ~ they grow, mature, and then bring forth after their kind.
I have suddenly realised that I haven’t been commenting on the posts I read as much as I used to do. You all have my apologies for my serious lapse in blog etiquette.
It seems that I have had a lot on my mind of late ~ and I had a 4 week vacation in California, from where it was hard for me to comment, (on a tablet, with limited internet access).
Just today I also realised that my frequency and care in commenting on all your posts isn’t going to improve for about another month.
This Hay House World Summit I’ve signed up for is going to take a hell of a lot of time, energy, and commitment from me. I know that I’ll have stuff all over the garret if I’m going to have a chance of achieving what I want, need, and desire from this programme.
So, you all have my apologies in advance for not commenting so very much on your most excellent posts.
Begin by connecting with what’s really important.
Well, I’ve just started to work through the Dreambook & Planner I was given as a Christmas gift. The initial task seems to be that I should identify my core values, my skills and my talents, and sort out what my purpose in life is supposed to be.
That’s a tall order, and not something I could do in a few minutes. Or, maybe it is something I should do in a few minutes ~ just jotting down my first thoughts. Sometimes it’s better not to think too hard and ponder too much. Sometimes if I overthink things I just go around in circles.
I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line. ~ Jeanette Winterson.
There is a useful saying; ‘Your first guess is your best guess….’ Or, put it another way; ‘Trust your instincts….’ Instinctive behaviour is the way we act, or react, without having to think about it. Psychologists talk about fixed action patterns, which are hard-wired into our neural network. The best example I can think of in humans would be in sports, where such things as a golf swing, or baseball swing, become hard-wired into the brain after much practice.
Instincts in humans are sometimes called gut feelings or intuition, and it’s about ‘knowing’ things without consciously reasoning.
Our brains actually store every experience we have ever had, and that huge library of information is one half of what our gut feelings are based on. The other half of a ‘gut feeling‘ is emotion. Add our stored memories to emotion and we get instincts, gut feelings, intuition ~ call it what you will….
Don’t you dare underestimate the power of your own instinct. ~ Barbara Corcoran.
Instinct and intuition are very powerful, and often the right answer to any question will come from instinct, rather than reason. Ergo, in the case of my identifying my own core values, my gifts, and my life purpose, I intend to go with my gut feeling, intuition, and instincts. Of course, after I’ve written down my first guesses, I will go back and spend ages rethinking my answers.
Gut feelings are all very well, but something tells me that reasoning is better.
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Sorry is not enough ~ sometimes you have to change.
What is a real and genuine apology? It’s an acknowledgement and acceptance that one has done something wrong. An apology is also an acceptance and acknowledgement of responsibility for the hurt one has caused, and a pledge to change one’s ways in the future. A real and genuine apology is an expression of guilt, regret, remorse, and a pledge to try harder to do better in the future. A real and genuine apology is not merely a platitude in order to placate the aggrieved party.
Feeling guilty is not a substitute for loving somebody; it is only an indicator that you have failed to love somebody. ~ Clifford Cohen.
Sometimes just saying that you’re sorry will not do. Ofttimes an apology is only an empty gesture made to ‘keep the peace’. Sometimes the things that we do and say, the books we read, the movies we like, the people we listen to, sometimes these things reveal a deeper truth and our glib apologies are shown for the fatuous banalities they so often are. An oft quoted line from John Wayne movies is; ‘Never apologise, mister, it’s a sign of weakness…’ A greater truth would have been if his character had said; ‘Never apologise, mister, it’s meaningless…’
If we are truly dedicated to the truth, and if we have good inside us, then we should never need to apologise, because we will never do anything so bad that we need to say ‘sorry…’ However, we Englishmen are prone to apologise, to say sorry all the time. If you tread on my toe, I will naturally say sorry. If you barge into me because you’re not looking where you’re going, I will naturally say sorry. Any English Gentleman of my generation has been brought up to be polite, to always show exemplary manners, to show women and girls the utmost respect. To mind one’s language, never swear in front of women and children, to be careful of the topics we discuss for fear of giving offence. And, an Englishman should never, ever, talk about; God, women we have ‘known’, how much money we make, and politics ~ not even with our closest friends. Englishmen regard politicians with utter contempt, and we extend that contempt to anyone who dares to lecture us on religion, or political matters, or how to make money, or how to be successful with women, or what the English do ‘wrong’.
A side effect of the English ideal of ‘Good Manners’ is that we look askance at most American men, and would rather not include any boorish American men in our circle of friends. The average Englishman doesn’t think the average American guy is a ‘good person’. Sometimes this means that even a cool, calm, patiently understanding Englishman will get angry with Americans. Recently we Englishmen have been quite annoyed / furious at Clinton, (both of them), Obama, Trump, Meryl Streep, and anyone who dares to lecture us about terrorism on English soil. Conversely, of English politicians we like Boris Johnson, (whom most Americans dislike intensely).
In order to rise from its own ashes, a phoenix must first burn. ~ Octavia E. Butler.
If an Englishman does get angry, then usually, after a while, his innate ‘good common-sense’ returns like a phoenix rising from the ashes, and he will attempt to rebuild burned bridges, to forgive and forget, to understand and accept. Disagreeing with the things people say, and then getting angry about it, is not the mark of a good man. There is a saying; ‘I disapprove of what you say, but I will defend to the Death your right to say it…’ Voltaire I think. I prefer the pithier and more honest; ‘You’re right, but I don’t agree…’ We may have to dig deep, but a real English Gentleman will eventually find the fountain of good within himself.
Look within. Within is the fountain of good, and it will ever bubble up if thou wilt ever dig. ~ Marcus Aurelius
I may like, care about, and respect some people in spite of their opinions, the things they do, the things they have done, and the things they are planning to do ~ even if I am hurt or profoundly disagree with their opinions and actions. After all, I cannot change what happens to me, I can only change how I respond and react. It matters not one iota whether another person ever feels the need to apologise when they have clearly been wrong and hurtful ~ after all, one should never apologise, it’s meaningless.
every snowflake is the last of the great individualists
In English, there’s often a new meaning for an old word, it happens every day. Yet, never in my long and interesting life have I seen such a meteoric rise of an all-purpose insult created out of a familiar word, in the way that Snowflake has instantly appeared everywhere. I like snowflakes, real snowflakes that is.
To be clear, a snowflake usually refers to; often a younger person, prone to taking offence, emotionally vulnerable, unable to cope with views that challenge their own, easily distressed when met with rejection, incapable of seeing an opposing point of view, unable to hold a cogent argument, and liable to pointlessly futile demonstrations of anger. In my time I’ve met a hell of a lot of people like that.
Back in the day we had a few other words for those of the snowflake ilk; wazzock, prat, jessie, dil, and many more that are considered extremely politically incorrect today. All in all I quite like snowflake. There, there, don’t cry.
Older snowflakes do exist; for example our own Archbishop of Canterbury, who used a major speech to call President Trump, (and almost everyone else), a Fascist. Oh! Do get a grip Welby. Then there’s loathsome Ken Loach, who used the BAFTA awards ceremony to say the that current UK Government is callous, brutal, and disgraceful. Champagne Socialist is a good insult to Loach the Roach. And, my award for Old Snowflake of the Year goes to that limousine liberal ~ Meryl Streep. In a speech at a New York Gala, mad Meryl seemed to equate President Trump with Hitler, and intimated that Mr. Trump was likely to start a nuclear war. No dear, that was your beloved JFK in 1962. It’s always nice to see the old Buffs again.
When they are not using awards ceremonies to give us unopposed foul-mouthed tirades, or shouting down opponents, or holding pointless marches, snowflakes have their own interesting range of insults. My own political views could easily get me labeled as an old-fashioned, misogynist, racist, war-mongering, climate change denier, and supporter of populist politics. I’ll admit to a couple of those.
My views are mine, and mine alone. Other than I will not usually break the law, I will not be told what to do, and I will not be told what to think. My views are based on things like a lifetime’s study of; hard science, engineering, geography, geology, history, finance, literature, current affairs… My views do not come pre-packaged from the pages of the Huffington Post, the Guardian, the New Statesman, or even the BBC.
Providing that you are polite, I will take care to hear your opinions, and the opinions of anyone else for that matter ~ your opinions tell me many things about you, and that’s interesting. But that’s about as far as it goes. If you think the Earth is flat, the Moon is made of green cheese, and that man-made carbon dioxide is destroying the planet, then that’s interesting too. Those views will tell me that your opinions are mostly misguided, that you don’t know much hard science, and that you need to widen your circle of friends. Have a nice day.
If you regularly use social media like twitter and Facebook, then that tells me a lot about you too. It tells me that your brain is slowly turning to mouldy oatmeal, that you have a lot of ‘friends’ you’ve never actually met, and that you really don’t know anything that’s worth listening to. (Or, maybe you still do, but soon you won’t.) By demographic definition, all regular users of twitter and Facebook are soft snowflakes.
Generally, I find a lot of sound sense in most blogs I read. It takes time and effort to write a decent blog post. It takes a lot of time, effort, and a little money, to maintain a regular, high-quality blog. Any wazzock can write 140 badly worded characters and stick it on twitter. Maybe President Trump is a snowflake too? Anyhow, where I come from trump is just another word for fart.
these views are mine and mine alone
In December seventy years ago the French decided they would stay in Indochina. This set off a chain of misery which did not end when the Americans were defeated by Vietnamese communists in 1975 with the fall of Saigon. French occupation of Vietnam ended with their defeat at the Battle of Dien Bien Phu in 1954. The Vietnamese Cambodian war then went on until 1991.
Billy Joel ~ We Didn’t Start The Fire
Please listen responsibly.
Perhaps we should all learn a little more forgotten history.
Being There. Do you know how that feels?
Do you know what it’s like to conjure a memory.
When I cast my mind into the past it no longer feels like a remembered event to me. It is as though I am watching myself act out the memory, as though I am being taken back there by a Guardian Angel, or a concerned Goddess, or a malevolent Ghost. Perhaps it would make more sense if I said it was like Doctor Who travelling back in time and secretly watching an earlier version of himself during some critical event.
Imagine George Bailey being shown the possible shape of Bedford Falls when it was renamed Pottersville, an invisible observer to a possible future built on a different past. That what it’s like for me now when I remember my own past.
There memories are not what it was like, they are the shape of what it was really like.
When I cast my mind back just a couple of years I see a very horrible version of my life back then. Not how it was on the surface, but how it really was, deep inside and with the interconnectedness of all things.
My memories of myself, in my apartment, (the garret), from a couple of years ago. It’s gloomy, the garret isn’t white and bright, it’s dark and dingy like a mediaeval dungeon. The walls are grey stone dripping with moisture, there are rats on the floor, one small, barred, window high up in the wall. Light is from the guttering stub of a candle. I am at a small table, writing. And, I am old, wizened, hunched-over, dark and defeated, an evil version of myself. That is not what it was like. That picture is what it was really like.
My memories of the past have become vivid metaphors where the truth is revealed.
Spooky, weird, disturbing. Insightful, valuable, true. These strange visions of the past are teaching me how to learn, how understand the interconnectedness of all things.
Respectable scientists using optogenetics have shown that memories reside in specific brain cells. A while ago I suffered a fractred skull and intracranial bleeding, so perhaps my memory cells were damaged, and I have ‘relearned’ my own past.
Whatever this strange gift is, I am glad of it, for now I see the true past for exactly what it was. And, much of it was bad.