There is a huge difference between failing and a failure. Do not ever confuse who you are with the results you produce. If things don’t work out as you wanted, that’s all. It does not define how many brain cells you have or how creative you are. Learn to do what you can to the best with what you have wherever you are. Remember to do the right thing, at the right place at the right time.
Hold on when you are faced with temporary defeats, hold on when things are not working out, hold on when you fail, hold on when its hard for a seed of success is going to spring from the hardship endured. Be sure to have a strong purpose to drive you through all these challenges.
There is a way in which the universe seem to aid those who have made a decision, those who have made a dream and are pursuing their goals, those who have chosen to love positive possibility filled mind, those who have decided to be in control of their life. Nothing usually works for those who have made no decisions.
So, is it possible to be successful? Is it possible to have a happy life? Is it possible to be self sufficient? The answer is yes! But the real question is, have you made the decision?
Most people go through life pretending. They pretend that they don’t have goals, desires, success dreams when deep down their hearts, they know they want a happy life, life far from the rut, successful life. We block our ways to achieving joy with hopeless and helpless words, words we are never ever sure but let them control us!
There are a lot of places we wish to go, a lot of experiences we wish, a lot of dreams we want to achieve yet we stop at ‘but’. ‘ But’ has become so intelligent than you are. It makes you hide in fear, makes you use fake and useless complaints and even made you inaction oriented. ‘But’ is a dream killer. Run away from ‘but’. Even a quantum law has explained well that at every moment, all possibilities exist but once we choose one, all the others cease to exist or drop of existence.
Do not tip-toe to your grave with the big ideas or chances you have. Don’t be like the many people who say no to things they don’t even know. Keep trying, fail a lot and even fast. Be like a failure seeking machine for that way, you will learn a lot. Most people who have achieved the biggest success have failed the most.
√ Think positive. Stress and anxiety kill existing brain neurons and stop new from being created. Research has shown that positive thinking, especially in the future tense, speeds up creation of cells and dramatically reduces stress and anxiety. Try and get a handle on negative thoughts and make an effort to replace them with positive ones.
√ Read more. Reading relieves tension and stress ( brain -cell- killers) because of its escapism. Research shows that using imagination is a great way to train your brain because you force your brain to picture what you are imagining. Reading is a great way to trigger imagination. Reading something that presents a challenge for you and makes you think can help to boost intelligence. You may encounter words you have never hear or ideas you have never thought of.
√ Experience new things. This creates new neural pathways, increasing your intelligence. When you experience something new, you actually stulate your brain. Don’t get stuck in the rut doing the same thing. The only way to change the structure of the mind is to do something new.
√ The brain is a muscle. You need to exercise it regularly. The exiting thing is that you don’t have to be a millionaire to increase your brain capacity. All you need to do is invest a little time to regularly train your brain.
√ Understand Our brains can change. The amazing fact about the brain is no matter how old you are, you can always increase your intelligence.
Some people are just naturally more intelligent than others, however, there are certain things anyone can do to increase their intelligence.
√ Explore your creativity. We all posses some form of creativity. Thinking of new and interesting ways in which to do something old, or try something new. By exploring your creative side, you are also simultaneously improving your intelligence. Find exiting ways in which to channel your creativity.
Gill Hicks tells of her story, an emotional story that changed her life.
“I could never have imagined that a 19-year-old suicide bomber would actually teach me a valuable lesson.But he did. He taught me to never presume anything about anyone you don’t know.
On a Thursday morning in July 2005, the bomber and I, unknowingly, boarded the same train carriage at the same time, standing, apparently, just feet apart. I didn’t see him. Actually, I didn’t see anyone. You know not to look at anyone on the Tube, but I guess he saw me. I guess he looked at all of us, as his hand hovered over the detonation switch. I’ve often wondered: What was he thinking? Especially in those final seconds.
I know it wasn’t personal. He didn’t set out to kill or maim me, Gill Hicks. I mean — he didn’t know me. No. Instead, he gave me an unwarranted and an unwanted label. I had become the enemy. To him, I was the “other,” the “them,” as opposed to “us.” The label “enemy” allowed him to dehumanize us. It allowed him to push that button. And he wasn’t selective. Twenty-six precious lives were taken in my carriage alone, and I was almost one of them.
In the time it takes to draw a breath, we were plunged into a darkness so immense that it was almost tangible; what I imagine wading through tar might be like. We didn’t know we were the enemy. We were just a bunch of commuters who, minutes earlier, had followed the Tube etiquette: no direct eye contact, no talking and absolutely no conversation.
But in the lifting of the darkness, we were reaching out. We were helping each other. We were calling out our names, a little bit like a roll call, waiting for responses.
“I’m Gill. I’m here. I’m alive. OK.”
“I’m Gill. Here. Alive. OK.”
I didn’t know Alison.But I listened for her check-ins every few minutes.I didn’t know Richard.But it mattered to me that he survived.
All I shared with them was my first name. They didn’t know that I was a head of a department at the Design Council. They didn’t know that I published architecture and design journals, that I was a Fellow of the Royal Society of Arts, that I wore black — still do — that I smoked cigarillos. I don’t smoke cigarillos anymore. I drank gin, never dreaming that one day I would be standing, balancing on prosthetic legs.
I was a young Australian woman doing extraordinary things in London. And I wasn’t ready for that all to end. I was so determined to survive that I used my scarf to tie tourniquets around the tops of my legs, and I just shut everything and everyone out, to focus, to listen to myself, to be guided by instinct alone. I lowered my breathing rate. I elevated my thighs. I held myself upright and I fought the urge to close my eyes.
I held on for almost an hour, an hour to contemplate the whole of my life up until this point. Perhaps I should have done more. Perhaps I could have lived more, seen more. Maybe I should have gone running, dancing, taken up yoga. But my priority and my focus was always my work. I lived to work. Who I was on my business card mattered to me. But it didn’t matter down in that tunnel.
By the time I felt that first touch from one of my rescuers, I was unable to speak, unable to say even a small word, like “Gill.” I surrendered my body to them. I had done all I possibly could, and now I was in their hands.
I understood just who and what humanity really is, when I first saw the ID tag that was given to me when I was admitted to hospital. And it read: “One unknown estimated female.” One unknown estimated female. Those four words were my gift. What they told me very clearly was that my life was saved, purely because I was a human being. Difference of any kind made no difference to the extraordinary lengths that the rescuers were prepared to go to save my life, to save as many unknowns as they could, and putting their own lives at risk. To them, it didn’t matter if I was rich or poor, the color of my skin, whether I was male or female, my sexual orientation, who I voted for, whether I was educated, if I had a faith or no faith at all. Nothing mattered other than I was a precious human life.
I see myself as a living fact. I am proof that unconditional love and respect can not only save, but it can transform lives.
Throughout all the chaos, my hand was held tightly. My face was stroked gently. What did I feel? I felt loved. What’s shielded me from hatred and wanting retribution, what’s given me the courage to say: this ends with me is love. I was loved.
I believe the potential for widespread positive change is absolutely enormous because I know what we’re capable of. I know the brilliance of humanity. So this leaves me with some pretty big things to ponder and some questions for us all to consider: Is what unites us not far greater than what can ever divide? Does it have to take a tragedy or a disaster for us to feel deeply connected as one species, as human beings? And when will we embrace the wisdom of our era to rise above mere tolerance and move to an acceptance for all who are only a label until we know them?”
Indeed, if we all realize that we are loved, first by our creator and the heavenly host, our friends, guardians and family… we will do all it takes to show them love. Love is one of the keys to success. Fight to show love to others, fight to be an example of love, fight to help others know they are love for love is all that binds humanity.