Over the weekend,I was fortunate to attend a Network Marketing conference.A story by a successful Mexican couple.The woman related a story of how prisoners of war were subjected to a slow death in two ways.One way,involves blindfolding the prisoner,then cutting his wrists and letting blood flow out until he died.This would be done to the first group while allowing the other prisoners to watch.Then the second group would be blindfolded.Then their wrists would be cut.The cut would be painful,but not enough to bleed.Then water would be let to make a dripping sound and sensation.Then after the same amount of time,the prisoners would die.They would not be bleeding,but because they believed they were they died.They believed so much they gave up on their systems,and almost summoned their systems to stop functioning.This is a powerful image.Like Henry Ford said If you think you can do a thing or think you can't do a thing, you're right.This entry also comes in light of comments from those close to me subtly telling me not to dream.Comments and responses that say its too risky,that I will not be necessarily happy for seeking my dreams.My dreams of financial freedom.My dream of spending more time with my loved ones.My dream of learning one language a year.My dream of removing all financial barriers to dictating what I do today,and with whom I do it with.To those people,they dont know me at all.And I thank them for sparking the flame,blazing ever more so strongly.The fire burning now is more consuming,more encompassing.Its raging withing me. !! Invictus !!
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