I'm jumping straight to the point: my thinking was all wrong. I used to think that all I had to do to succeed was work hard and stay focused on the task, but I was wrong. I landed plenty of good jobs and lost them all. I started new business ideas and failed to complete them. I was in and out of relationships, in and out of jail, and in and out of alcohol abuse. I always thought I was a good person, and everything that happened in my life was just wrong and messed up!!!
At times, I always had the oppression that I was always at the wrong place at the wrong time. I never understood why failure and bad circumstances stuck to my life like a magnet. Soon realized that something may be wrong with me.
I started drowning myself in self-help books, delving into topics such as goals, success, mental discipline, and more! I diligently studied every day, highlighting my favorite chapters and jotting down side notes. At that point, I was incredibly proud of myself for the effort and dedication I had invested. I believed that accumulating a vast knowledge base would lead to the acquisition of the benefits of living a fulfilling life. However, this approach proved to be futile. I found myself back in a challenging and unsuccessful environment, and I couldn’t comprehend the reason behind this setback.
Now, I am standing alone in a world that feels empty and cold. I couldn't figure out why my luck was so short and painful. Every effort I made and the habit I practiced failed to prosper and bear fruit in my life. I was at a roadblock with what I was dealing with, and I couldn't understand why.
One day, while strolling alone in an expansive field, I found myself contemplating various aspects of my life, including my family, past jobs, and childhood memories. Among these, one memory stood out above the rest—my childhood. A vivid recollection from elementary school caught my attention. Every day, as I traversed the school halls during recess, lunch, or heading home, I would be inexplicably drawn to a poster that seemed to scream out to me. The poster depicted a plane soaring gracefully in the sky, but what captivated me the most was its unconventional flight path. Unlike a plane flying straight, this one was tilted upward, as if it were ascending higher into the heavens. Above the plane, the words “Attitude Means Altitude” boldly proclaimed. In that moment, my eyes widened in realization. “That’s it!” I exclaimed to myself. It was my attitude that had been the key to my success.
All this time, I believed everyone was after me, that every boss hated me, and that every relationship I’ve had was a deception. In reality, my attitude towards every situation was the root cause of all these problems. I never had the opportunity to finish or complete anything because of this one element. Now that I’ve finally understood this great secret in life, I was finally able to take off and fly.
And here, I’ll conclude this part of the story, but it’s not the end. This blog will pick up where I left off and delve into the life lessons that have profoundly impacted every aspect of my life. Stay tuned and be blessed. If you’re seeking something, you’re on the right path!
