So after it transpired that my girlfriend had read every single one of my 177 blog posts in a 24 hour period, and even printed a few out for a good measure (naturally homing instantaneously in on every single one of the negative remarks, and conveniently glossing over all the nice stuff), I figured an unannounced trip over to her place across London was required last night to smooth things over. I’ll spare the details, but things are good once more.
On the way back, I was pretty tired, but ended up getting into quite an animated conversation with the taxi driver, a youngish bloke in his late 20s. He seemed like a decent lad, and the topics of chat ranged from his picking up businessmen with their prostitutes in tow, to whether he’d ever been in love before, before finally settling on money and wealth matters, as a guy in a Ferrari GTO blared past us.
I told him about my scheme to retire from full-time work in the very near future, and he got around to telling me about the boss of his taxi firm who clears £50,000 – £60,000 total profit each month, and also has a number of other businesses on the go, making him a pretty wealthy man by all accounts.
I remarked “He must be a singularly motivated, ambitious and driven individual to have done so well. I admire that.”
The taxi driver remarked “What do you mean? That’s not how things work. I bet the guy just got a lucky break, he was in the right place at the right time, and everything just fell into place, and then it was easy from there.”
“Do you really think like that? You think that people who have made successes of themselves in life just got lucky?”
“Yeah sure, why, how else would you get ahead?”
Here he was, sat with his arm draped over the steering wheel of his shitty car in a cocksure fashion, smug in his own little world of mediocre achievement, surrounding himself with his pretty lies and half-truths designed to do nothing more than shield his own ego. Of course you can only get rich in life by “getting lucky” – if that wasn’t the case, and it came down to personal effort, motivation and dedication, then he’d have to face up to the fact that he was a failure. And we can’t have that now can we?
Let’s just assume for a second that he’s right, and you do need a “lucky break” in order to make a success of yourself, and a business venture. Let’s also assume the probability of getting your lucky break is 1 in 100, or 1%. Statistically, there are going to be those people who only have to make a single attempt, and the planets align, and everything goes right first time. Assuredly, they are a tiny minority.
What about the rest of the people, for whom their 1% chance doesn’t come in on the first attempt? They’ve got two choices – they either give up, cursing the gods, and go back to their menial lives, or they try again.
Which are you? How many times are you willing to pick yourself up and try again? 2 times? 3 times? 10 times? Maybe you’re the unlucky sod for whom it requires 100 attempts to get that 1 in 100 “lucky break”. Are you prepared to do it, to put those 100 attempts in order to get where you want to go, simply because the thought of not doing so is intolerable to you? Or are you just going to cry about the fact that someone else got it easier than you?
Face it, the laws of probability are going to make life easier for some people than others. That doesn’t mean that you should just sit around and whine about it. If you want to get your own lucky break, then you’ve got to make your own luck.
Anything less than total success is unacceptable for me. If my current venture doesn’t work out, I will come up with another one. And then another one if that one doesn’t work. And so help me god, if I need to, I will sit here and think of a million things I can try to get myself out of this existence of having to work for a living to support the quality of life I desire. And eventually one of them will work, and I will win, and I’ll pursue my dream of travelling the world for the next few years, putting in less than one hour of work a day, and raking the cash in.
How much do you want it?