I feel good. I feel inspired, I feel empowered. I don’t know – but I feel great. I know this isn’t my hormones talking or my fantasy side coming out – this is my heart talking. I feel amazing. It’s 4:06 a.m. on a Thursday morning. I feel incredible.
As the renowned psychologist Rollo May best exclaimed, “Depression is the inability to construct a future.” These last few days I’ve been listening to a lot of lectures and audio tapes from Earl Nightingale. Although throughout my youth I’ve been exposed to this new mentality – I guess I kind of forgot all about it.
See recently I’ve been going through a lot mentally. Overwhelmed from the university life, going through a breakup, and attempting to keep my sanity – I began to lose it. But I needed a little reminder of what life was all about and a sense of focus of what really important to me – my goals, my dreams, my ambitions.
See, here’s something interesting that I’ve noticed: people aren’t like me. In a very subtle and exquisite sense, I’m very unique. Now understand this – I have A LOT of friends, plenty, beyond anyone can ever imagine. I have a very large, strong support network. Close friends – friends who care about me, mentally, physically, spiritually. I would do the same for them.
However, there’s something different that I have begun to find out that differs between the rest of the world and me (and my friends). It’s that we have the ability to dream. And not just dream, but also succeed. See failure is not a problem for me/us. Failure is only a stepping stone – in a way, I actually want to fail at somethings in order to get better. I purposefully set myself to fail so next time I come out stronger. That’s not the case for everyone, some people are deathly afraid of failure.
Speaking of “deathly”, I find this fact rather interesting and quite intriguing: I’m not afraid of death. It dawned on me a few weeks ago and I told my best friend about it. If I were to die today, I would be okay with it. I mean really, I’d be okay with it. At 20 years old, I’ve done everything I’ve wanted to do, everything! I never held back and in the grand scheme of life I gave it my all. All of it. Every single bit of me. Of course, don’t get this wrong, there’s so many more experiences out there that I want to experience (getting married, raising children, becoming wealthy, achieving my ultimate goals), but at 20 years old, I did everything that I’ve wanted to do.
I look at this fact with a sense of fear and interest – I mean really? I look back and reflect, and even though I’ve had many times of down and sadness, I still woke up in the mornings with a sense of enthusiasm and excitement. I did everything I wanted to do in the love of my passion and my entire focus. When I look back, even at my failures, I don’t see regrets, I see learning lessons. I saw opportunity out of what seemed like dead possibilities. I lived my life to the fullest every single day.
Now getting back to the topic of ambition, it is my inability to fear failure that gives me a sense of desire. My desire to be successful and overcome my challenges is much greater than the fear of being a failure and having being controlled by my problems.
I have a passion of facing challenges and achieving them. I find happiness in being able to solve my problems and moving on from one obstacle to the next. I expect the best and prepare for the worst.
My goal in life is to have influenced and changed the world for the better. To give a substantial impact on how medicine operates. To save lives. To better people’s health. See my purpose here on Earth solely one thing: to serve humanity. And I am here to do that and let me tell you something: I will do that.
I guess what separates me from the rest is that I create and I will not conform. Why is it that only a slight percentage of the population is wealthy? They have goals.
You are the driver of your mind, you are the farmer of your farm. You are the conductor of your train.
School sucks. I admit it, it really sucks. I experienced a lot of “bullshit” through my high school career. I nearly went psycho. I was imprisoned in this horrid penitentiary for four years (high school). I felt my being, my presence, myself having become limited, captive, unable to express my true self or feelings. I was constricted and confined in multiple ways unimaginable. As this gradual concept of prison and confinement thickened and slowly impaired my thought process, I became crazy.
Everyone in this world is different. Everyone in this world is unique. This creates mixture, diversity, and balance. When Alexander the Great began to expand his empire, he did something unbelievable. He brought cultures together. Everything began to mix. Cultures were influenced by others; people saw, people met, people shared. This was a great phenomenon, bringing diversity and great minds to work together.