I think it was Warren Buffet, who said,
'Do not put your eggs in many baskets.
Keep all your eggs in one basket, but watch that basket closely.'
I do get what he was talking about now.
Why you ask? Well let’s
just say that I've been graced with an array of a few very exciting eggs for the
past couple of months. Few very interesting prospects indeed. Things were looking to get
all the more interesting very soon as well. But of late, mostly this month, I've been witnessing
them eggs go to rot one by one. Not a pretty sight as you could obviously guess. And not a single thing I can do
about it either.
Don't fret now, this not going to be a depressing post with my whining about stuff. I am not one to
spill my shit in the open. At least not on this blog, I have another blog for
my thinly veiled autobiographical fiction.
Anyways, back to the eggs. There are a few things in there, I think now, that I could've handled better and sooner. But most of these things were as then kept on a
slow flame cooking away, so I'd obviously thought to give it sometime, let it
all stew for a while. Thought everything will play out just fine in the end. A very amateur move indeed. When has anything ever come anybody's way by
just waiting for it? Woody Allen famously said - 'Eighty percent of success is
just showing up.' Well damn, there wasn't even much of a chance of showing up
in here. If at all there was, nobody clued me in anything about the location.
My point in all of this is - Mr. Buffet was right.
You see, when there are a lot of things going around with you. You end up juggling all
of them simultaneously and inevitably raising the chances of them fouling up on
you pretty soon. One by one all of your chances have gone kaput. When so many things are going on, there is really
not much chance for you to concentrate on one specific thing. And you end up
giving a lot of the stuff up to chance and luck. These little thing that you
over look or just plain think as inconsequential, are the things that come up
out of the blue and bite you in the ass. Luck is never a harbinger of success.
Luck is just a friend that comes by to meet you once in a blue moon, only to
find that he's got the wrong address and gets cozy with the lady staying at the
wrong door he knocks. Luck never gets to you when you need it, even when it
does come to you a lot if it is plain cross connection.
And how often does that really happen?
Getting your hopes in a bunch of different things will only
get you day dreaming a lot more. Start avoiding putting in the extra effort you
usually does. Even start being smug with the people around you. I guess it is
much practical to hope for one thing at a time, and prime up all your efforts
for just that one thing.
This way you are giving this one thing your all, you have
the most to say about what the outcome is, you are in CONTROL.
This will also mean that when things get sour, you have
nobody else to blame but your damn self. Nobody likes to own up to any of the
blame, and just to avoid that there is a good chance that you will start
working extra hard for the thing that you desire. You are in CONTROL.
These things have a lot to do with our own sense of purpose
I suppose. We cannot just waltz through life thinking that good things would
just be dropped into our laps. Wish it were that easy. Some blows in life will
take you by surprise; some will take your breath away. But every single blow
thrown at you will make you wary of the next. You will be aware if life tries
to sucker punch the same way again. And if you let it happen again, you can't
really blame anyone for it. You've taken it before, and still were no wiser for
it the next time. It is wholly your fault.
I suppose we all could be more unidirectional with our progress
through life. You cannot go to sleep wishing to be an astronaut one day and
dream of being a musician the next. Things have to happen gradually and over a
long strenuous period of time. And all through that long duration, you have to
bust you ass working on whatever it is you desire. That ONE thing you desire.
Get all of the eggs that you want for yourself. Club them into
this one big dream basket.
Work. Your. Ass. Off.
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