Some people think I’m immensely lucky to be given chance, after chance, after chance. I’m not saying that I’m not lucky in the usual sense of the word but that I find my luck in an offbeat manner. I find luck not only by using the law of attraction that people read about in the secret but also by being prepared to fail. But won’t preparing to fail also attract failure?
Okay, let me explain that. What do I gain from preparing for failure? I gain knowledge of it, I gain the simple knowledge of what failure means in that situation. That sounds kind of off, doesn’t it? Well, yeah, it is. But this is MY shtick, so don’t knock it. The whole The Secret, law of attraction thing is great, I like how it makes people confident. But the more I read it the more I see how it does not prepare for one of life’s eventualities, FAILURE. EVERYONE fails, don’t say you haven’t. DON’T LIE.
Okay, so failure is a part of the package of trying. The important part is not to be overawed by it. Prepare so that you are not devastated by it. Prepare so you are ready to stand up after the failure. Don’t be afraid of failure, but don’t ignore it either.
So why does this make me lucky? I always take chances whenever the failure is something I can manage. Why wouldn’t I just go on and do something if I’m going to be alright with the consequences of failure? Case in point, why won’t you come up to a celebrity and ask(respectfully, of course) for their autograph or a photo with them? You’ll probably never see them again if they say no. So take that chance, just be aware.
Let sleeping fat people lie
Ah well, I am a member of the family of PHAIL.
I swear, let the guy with insomnia sleep. It seems that whenever I get to sleep early something happens that I need to wake up and do some form of physical exertion that will WAKE ME UP and send me on a downward spiral of restlessness. It never fails. Just tonight I was awakened by my older sister(who by the way, does not live with us anymore) because they came to change cars and she wanted a package deal of getting some of her stuff from the guest room. So when she calls at 12 midnight who does the call get shunted to(even though the one who answered was my older brother)? Yup, me. That’s not even the end of it. Minutes into her “visit” who would happen to call but my dad asking me to be ready for their arrival. Ah, you see where this is going, I guess? So here I am, FULLY awake and pissed. I truly wish that SOMEDAY they understand what happens when they wake me up. I’m not being demanding, I just want them to understand that this religious thing of theirs is THEIR choice, please don’t try to make your devotion detrimental(inadvertent as it may be) to the other members of your family who actually need sleep a little bit more because they barely get any sleep to begin with.