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Do Dreams Count?

Le 5 octobre 2016, 06:20 dans Humeurs 0

Did you ever have a dream? I'm not talking about a dream you have when you sleep. I'm talking about a conscious dream where you would like to see a new future, a different choice of employment, and a business of you own. How many times have you wished that you could be living a different existence than the one you are currently experiencing?

Dreams. No doubt we've all had them from time to time in our lives. Did you fulfill your dream? If not, why not? Did you start on your way to fulfilling a dream only to be derailed by letting other life's events get in the way? Did you make some initial first steps only to find roadblocks in your way that convinced you to give up? Or, if you fulfilled some aspects of your dream, did you find that you had limited success, and, therefore gave in to a negative view that you weren't meant to succeed?

Several years ago, I had a dream about inventing a board game that would change my life's fortunes. Along with a partner, who also had a similar dream, those dreams were turned into goals that were translated to action steps. After many long hours and many revisions, a board game was developed. Then came issues of financing. Not to be defeated by this obstacle, a plan was developed and carried out that saw shares being offered, all sold to a group of supporters, and a real live company created. Then, came marketing strategies, T.V. appearances, newspaper articles, trade show attendance, weekend promotional appearances, magazine advertising, and spot radio commercials.

It was an exciting time. The one time dream seemed to take off with sales starting to accumulate, a potential sale to a large and established game board company, and inroads to large chain stores. Then, it happened. Introduced to the board game market came one of the biggest his never seen before. In short, their sales blew us out of the water, our distributor failed to pay us, and the business, once dreamed of, came to a screeching halt.

To make a long story short, the company was dissolved having dashed our dreams, and those of our shareholders. How devastating after all the hours of work, the hours of marketing, promotion, not to mention the loss of our own financial investment.

Is that the end of the story? Well, it was for one of the game developers; the negative emotions, "it never was meant to be" thoughts. dominated any future dreams of a different life. This person returned to the daily grind of a nine to five job always cynical, always jealous of those who had succeeded.

But, did it mean being unsuccessful to me? I didn't succeed to the level I wanted or desired, but, to me, at the very least I lived my dream by turning it into a reality. If I had never turned my dream into goal8 and then to action, I would have always wondered -what if. Was it then a failure? No, It wasn't. Was it the flaming success I'd hoped for -no. But, there were valuable lessons to be learned. After all, how many successful business people, inventors, authers, artists, etc. had immediate success in their first attempt? Probably none. Failure is our greatest teacher as long as the experience is viewed as lessons, and those lessons are internalized to provide fruits for greater achievernents later.

It may take a few more attempts, or many attempts but success is only achieved; once dreams are put into action, where failure becomes the launching pad for smarter choices, or better action plans in future endeavors. Will success come on the next adventure, or the next one after that, or will it take many more? Who is to say? The important point here is that success only comes by turning dreams into reality and realizing that obstacles3 are only stepping-stones to final success.

For those who are wondering about my own eventual success, I'll tell you this.

After many attempts,many failures, many lessons, and many false starts, success arrived but only through believing in what I've said earlier. Learn valuable lessons from failure; turn dreams into action plans, and don't let a dream only be that -a dream!

Sorrow of the Millionaire

Le 19 juillet 2016, 11:04 dans Humeurs 0

The unfortunate millionaire has the responsibility of tremendous wealth without the possibility of enjoying himself more than any ordinary rich man bioderma matricium.Indeed, in many things he cannot enjoy himself more than many poor men do,nor even so much, for a drum major is better dressed, a trainer‟s stable lad often rides a better horse;the first-class carriage is shared by office boys taking their young ladies out for the evening;everybody who goes down to Brighton for Sunday rides in the Pullman car;and for what use is it to be able to pay for a peacock‟s brain sandwich when there is nothing to be had but ham or beef?The injustice of this state of things has not been sufficiently considered.A man with an income of £25 a year can multiply his comfort beyond all calculation by doubling his income.A man with £50 a year can at least quadruple his comfort by doubling his income Nespresso.Probably up to even £250 a year doubled income means doubled comfort.After that the increment of comfort grows less in proportion to the increment of income until a point is reached at which the victim is satiated and even surfeited with everything that money can purchase.To expect him to enjoy another hundred thousand pounds because men like money,is exactly as if you were to expect a confectioner‟s shopboy to enjoy two hours more work a day because boys are fond of sweets.What can the wretched millionaire do that needs a million? Does he want a fleet of yachts, a Rotten Row full of carriages, an army of servants,a whole city of town houses, or a continent for a game preserve?Can he attend more than one theatre in one-evening,or wear more than one suit at a time, or digest more meals than his butler?And yet there is no sympathy for this hidden sorrow of plutocracy. The poor alone are pitied. Societies spring up in all directions to relieve all sorts of comparatively happy people,but no hand is stretched out to the millionaire,except to beg Nespresso Capsules.In all our dealings with him lies implicit,the delusion that he has nothing to complain of,and that he ought to be ashamed of rolling in wealth whilst others are starving.