One month down, and I've exposed some very significant weaknesses in my personal belief system. Everyone in this country has the potential to earn a billion dollars. It begins with a single idea, requires a lot of hard work, and thrusts the individual into a worldview he or she has never before imagined.
So, if anyone can earn a billion dollars, why doesn't everyone do so? Is it just not worth the effort? Does it demand too many sacrifices of time and energy? Does having too much money ruin relationships or cause good people to become greedy monsters? Is there such a thing as having too much money? Maybe most people have psychic blocks like I do. Maybe we're all under-earners because we're simply too scared to shine, too scarred to take the risk, or too stuck in our familiar comfort zones to venture forth into new directions.
There have been many times where I've wanted to be invisible, to sit at the edge of the room until I blended in with the wallpaper. But I was born to stand out. I'm tall and thin with dark hair and big blue eyes; I know I stand out. I'm not a part of the heard. I've never fit in. I'm eccentric, unusual, and extraordinary. Admitting to my own weirdness is certainly a step in the right direction. My sister once told me, "You have to be rich to be eccentric; you're just weird." It won't be long before I'm weird, eccentric, and rich. I won't forsake one for the other.
So, if anyone can earn a billion dollars, why doesn't everyone do so? Is it just not worth the effort? Does it demand too many sacrifices of time and energy? Does having too much money ruin relationships or cause good people to become greedy monsters? Is there such a thing as having too much money? Maybe most people have psychic blocks like I do. Maybe we're all under-earners because we're simply too scared to shine, too scarred to take the risk, or too stuck in our familiar comfort zones to venture forth into new directions.
There have been many times where I've wanted to be invisible, to sit at the edge of the room until I blended in with the wallpaper. But I was born to stand out. I'm tall and thin with dark hair and big blue eyes; I know I stand out. I'm not a part of the heard. I've never fit in. I'm eccentric, unusual, and extraordinary. Admitting to my own weirdness is certainly a step in the right direction. My sister once told me, "You have to be rich to be eccentric; you're just weird." It won't be long before I'm weird, eccentric, and rich. I won't forsake one for the other.
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