I'll get straight to the point: my thinking was flawed. I believed that success was all about hard work and focus, but that wasn't the case. I secured numerous good jobs only to lose them. I initiated several business ventures but couldn't see them through. My life was a cycle of entering and exiting relationships, jail, and bouts of alcohol abuse. Despite considering myself a good person, my life seemed consistently troubled and chaotic.
There were times when I felt oppressed by the notion that I was perpetually in the wrong place at the wrong time. The reasons why failure and misfortune seemed to follow me like a shadow were beyond my comprehension. Eventually, I came to the realization that the issue might lie within me.
I immersed myself in self-help literature, exploring themes like goal-setting, success, and mental fortitude. I dedicated myself to daily study, marking up my favorite sections and making marginal notes. At that time, I felt immense pride for the commitment and hard work I had put in. I thought that building a broad knowledge base would inevitably lead to the rewards of a satisfying life. Yet, this method turned out to be ineffective. I ended up back in a difficult and unfruitful situation, puzzled by this regression.
Now, I find myself isolated in a world that seems desolate and frigid. I can't discern why my fortune has been so brief and harsh. Every endeavor I undertook and every habit I cultivated seemed to falter and not yield any positive outcomes in my life. I faced an impasse with my circumstances, unable to grasp the reasons.
One day, as I wandered alone across a vast field, I found myself reflecting on various facets of my life, such as my family, previous jobs, and childhood memories. Among these reflections, my childhood stood out distinctly. A particular memory from my elementary school days captured my attention. Each day, while navigating the corridors of the school during recess, lunch, or on my way home, I felt an inexplicable pull towards a poster that seemed to call out to me. It featured an airplane gliding elegantly through the sky, but what truly fascinated me was its unusual trajectory. Instead of flying level, the plane was angled upwards, as though climbing towards the sky. Emblazoned above the plane were the words “Attitude Means Altitude.” At that moment, my eyes opened wide with understanding. “That’s it!” I thought to myself. It was my attitude that had been the cornerstone of my success.
For so long, I was convinced that everyone was against me, that every boss despised me, and that every relationship was a sham. In truth, it was my approach to each situation that was the underlying issue. This one factor prevented me from finishing or accomplishing anything. Having now grasped this vital life lesson, I have at last been able to soar.
And with this, I conclude this segment of the story, yet it is not the finale. The blog will continue from here, exploring the life lessons that have deeply influenced every facet of my existence. Keep following and be blessed. If you're in search of something, rest assured you're on the correct journey.
