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Masters & Millionaires HotClick Make This Your Homepage More Golden Losers A bartender in his twenties and a video store clerk of a similar age. Both perceived by friends and family as you'd expect: typical shmoes. No particular reason for them to meet, or know each other, as they live and work in different cities. Just funny how people can make a decision, a very specific decision, about where they intend to be at a set point in their own future. It's a wonder why you're not, when you give even a moment's thoughts to this high school dropout, renting videos to customers for a local lady who knew what she wanted -- to own a video store -- or to the bartender,who was NOT voted "Most Likely To Succeed" in high school, with his school-wide reputation as a real wiseass. First you've got a guy making five bucks an hour for himself (and quite a bit more for the woman who owned the store), Just because he was a video store clerk doesn't mean he didn't have dreams and wishes; of course he did. The big difference between that clerk and the person reading this -- oops, that's you, isn't it? Ahhh, dreamers; don't you just love them? They are the most singularly interesting of all people. Although you personally might not know it, dreamers, the ones who sound the 'craziest,' have historically taken more action, far more action towards those dreams, than people like you... ... supposedly practical, pragmatic folks, who talk about how you COULD have your dream if only...... What makes it so offensive is that people who DON'T have their dream come true are in that position strictly because they refuse to hush up, put it in writing, and break it into smaller, much more manageable pieces. They'd rather make excuses, and explain why they can't have it, instead of listing ways to go about getting there. Henry Ford phrased it well when he said, Please forgive me: I can't explain to you why my dreams are achievable or not: I'm just too busy working at making it happen. The identical energy that we both have, perfectly identical brain energy, appears to be focused in different directions: you focused on why you can't, me focused on how I can. I admit that I don't know HOW to make my dream come true, and then I go out and find people who can tell me; those who have done it, those who are doing it now. Of course not! I'm going to go as directly and quickly as possible to the horse's mouth: Let's cut right to the chase. There can be no doubt, and no argument: when a dozen masters in a single field answer thirty-one questions, and four of their answers are almost perfectly AND universally identical, only a moron would presume to know more, or to know better, about the field in which they are masters, let alone how to get up the ladder to being a master. V'shtay? Capisce? Comprendez? You catching the flavor here? Which brings to mind the bartender. A wiseacre, a joke-popping guy who thought he was a ladies' man. Much as he enjoyed bartending, interacting with so many new people, and, of course, meeting new girls. He also had this enormous desire for something specific, and, just like the video store clerk who lived and worked far away, he exhibited just one major difference between himself... ... and you. Ah, now you're patting yourself on the back for thinking that you're smart enough to know the difference between you and the relatively broke bartender, aren't you?
No kidding. The first is true because we have visual, documented evidence. Look at the difference between where you are, and where you wish you were right now. That's the proof, along with, "Our actions are so loud that our words are all but drowned out." The second is true as well: stupidity and intelligence are a matter of choice. Please recognize and remember that it doesn't matter how little information you might have about how to achieve something you want. As long as your want is specific, and in writing, repeatedly, we instantly see that you're using more of the information you have, rather than having a great deal of information and using it not at all. Do you understand this seemingly simple point? The video clerk, named Quentin Tarantino, thought wierd by so many, became an extraordinarily successful man in Hollywood, while the bartender didn't too badly either. He did so well in fact, that Quentin asked the now-former bartender, named Bruce Willis, to star in his off-beat movie entitled, "Pulp Fiction," which went on to become a cult hit and serious financial success, relaunching the career of a languishing young has-been star named John Travolta, and initially lauching the career of Samuel Jackson, who went on to become a ten million dollar-per-movie star. We all know if you're smart or stupid. We know this not based how much information you can bring out of your mouth, because that's a common trait, but rather by observing the measurable, definable number of times you apply what you know to making something specific happen. Can you tell us aloud where you're heading today? Exactly where do you want to be tomorrow? The answer will be clearly broadcast to everyone around you, in the next few hours, in fact, based on where you go today, and what you do there.... and most of all, how many times. Golden Losers: those who are persistently ridiculed for doing exactly what you do -- wish for something -- and then have the audacity, the basic courage, to shut up, put it in writing, and persistently ask for what they want... and invariably end up getting there. Happy are those who dream dreams and are willing to pay the price to make them come true, instead of being like 93 percent of us, who pay the price for NOT making them come true. Your category? We already know. Make This Your Homepage |
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