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More interesting. More exciting. More fulfilling, special and magical. He struggled to breathe for an instant. A look of concern caused his brow to crinkle. He sat down on a cream-colored chair that had been carefully placed at the side of the stage by one of his assistants. Nice work. You, too, have known the collapse of your creative magnificence as well as your productive eminence into a tiny circle of comfortableness, fearfulness and numbness that betrayed the mansions of mastery and reservoirs of bravery inside of you.
You, too, have been disappointed by the barren winters of a life weakly lived. You, too, have been denied many of your most inspired childhood dreams. You, too, have been hurt by people you trusted. You, too, have had your ideals destroyed.
You, too, have had your innocent heart devastated, leaving your life decimated, like a ruined country after ambitious foreign invaders infiltrated it. You are so much more powerful than you may currently understand. Splendid victories—and outright blessings—are coming your way. And increase the tone of your most triumphant side. You needed these lessons to activate the treasures, talents and powers that are now awakening within you. Nothing was an accident.
Zero was a waste. One that can make you an empire-builder along with a world-changer. And perhaps even a history-maker. He sported a gray t-shirt and ripped jeans, the type you can buy torn at your local shopping mall. The smallest of implementations is always worth more than the grandest of intentions. And if being an amazing person and developing a legendary life was easy, everyone would be doing it.
Know what I mean? I believe that the seduction of complacency and an easy life is one hundred times more brutal, ultimately, than a life where you go all in and take an unconquerable stand for your brightest dreams. World-class begins where your comfort zone ends is a rule the successful, the influential and the happiest always remember.
Groups of people in the audience were doing the same. Real greatness and the realization of your inherent genius is meant to be a difficult sport. Only those devoted enough to go to the fiery edges of their highest limits will expand them. And the suffering that happens along the journey of materializing your special powers, strongest abilities and most inspiring ambitions is one of the largest sources of human satisfaction.
Jazz legend Miles Davis stretched himself ferociously past the normal his field knew to fully exploit his magnificent potential. Michelangelo sacrificed enormously mentally, emotionally, physically and spiritually as he produced his awesome art. Rosa Parks, a simple seamstress with outstanding courage, endured blunt humiliation when she was arrested for not giving up her seat on a segregated bus, igniting the civil rights movement.
Charles Darwin demonstrated the kind of resolve that virtuosity demands by studying barnacles—yes, barnacles—for eight long years as he formulated his famed Theory of Evolution. It was only when his wife, Tabitha, discovered the work while her husband was away, wiped off his cigarette ashes, read the book and then told its author that it was brilliant that King submitted it for publication. Even then, his advance for hardcover rights was a paltry twenty-five hundred dollars.
She wore a lush green hat with a big scarlet feather sticking out of it and was clearly content with marching to her own drumbeat. Becoming legendary is never easy. The beliefs that disturb you, the feelings that threaten you, the projects that unnerve you and the unfoldments of your talents that the insecure part of you is resisting are precisely where you need to go to.
Lean deeply toward these doorways into your bigness as a creative producer, seeker of personal freedom and possibilitarian. Walking into the very things that scare you is how you reclaim your forgotten power. And how you get back the innocence and awe you lost after childhood.
Mildly at first. In the wings, a man in a black suit with an aggressive crew cut spoke into a mouthpiece tucked discreetly into his shirt cuff. The lights began to flicker, then dim. A few audience members who were located near the platform stood, unsure of what to do. A uniquely pretty woman with her hair in a crisp bun, a clenched smile and a tight black dress with an embroidered white collar rushed up the metal staircase that The Spellbinder had ascended at the beginning of his talk.
She carried a phone in one hand and a well-worn notebook in another. Yet, the woman was too late. The Spellbinder crumpled to the floor like a punch-drunk boxer with a large heart but weak skills in the final round of a once-glorious career that he should have ended many years earlier. The old presenter lay still. A tiny river of blood escaped from a cut to his head, sustained on his fall. His glasses sat next to him.
The handkerchief was still in his hand. His once-sparkling eyes remained closed. Your fate hangs over you. While you are still living, while you still exist on this Earth, strive to become a genuinely great person.
You know the real reason she was there: she needed her hope restored. And her life saved. The artist had come to the event to understand how to fuel his creativity and multiply his capability so he could make an enduring mark on his field by the paintings he generated. And the homeless man appeared to have sneaked into the conference hall while no one was watching. The entrepreneur and the artist had been seated together. She was lean, like a long-distance runner, with thin arms and lithe legs that emerged from a sensible blue designer skirt.
Her eyes looked sad, from old hurts that had never been healed. And from the current chaos that was infecting her beloved company. He fell hard. God, that was wild. She stayed seated, her arms folded over a cream-colored blouse with a colossal floppy black bow tie perched fashionably at the neckline.
She had no real interest in sharing what she was going through, and she obviously wanted to protect her facade of an illustrious businesswoman ready to rise to the next level. Surreal, right? But, for whatever reason, the demons within him seemed to hold power over his greater nature.
The artist was heavy. A goatee jutted out from under his chin. He wore a black t-shirt and long black shorts that fell below his knobby knees. Black boots with rubber soles, the kind you may have seen Australians wear, completed the creative uniform.
I am drugs. The auditorium was still emptying, and the audiovisual crew was noisily tearing down the staging. Event staff swept the floor. A Nightmares on Wax song played soothingly in the background. The homeless man got up, shuffled over and sat next to the two. You into what the old-timer said? I have a hard time living it all, but what he says is profound. And powerful. And have enjoyed a pretty world-class life because of him, too. Most people wish for phenomenal things to happen to them.
He taught me that exceptional performers make phenomenal things happen to them. And the great thing is, he not only gave me a secret philosophy to get my big dreams done but he taught me the technology—the tactics and tools—to translate the information into results. His threatening beard was gray. Around his neck he sported a beaded necklace, like the ones Indian holy men wear at their temples.
And his eyes revealed the confidence of a lion. It had a dial the color of a revolver surrounded by a stainless-steel rim, a red needle-thin hour hand and a sunset orange minute hand. This noteworthy badge of honor was united with a wide black rubber strap, lending a diver-like feel to the whole luxurious look. Unfortunately, our share price plummeted. But they kept their damn timepieces.
Or maybe those incredible models he taught on the productivity hacks of billionaires that he jammed on in the middle? Maybe you were stoked by all the neurobiology that creates top performance. Or did you vibe with his theory on our responsibility to reach legendary while serving as an instrument for the benefit of humanity that he walked us through before that dramatic finish?
And glanced at his big watch. Warren Buffett, the brilliant investor, said the rich invest in time. The poor invest in money. Got a meeting with a jet and a runway. They just look cheap on me. And please stop speaking the way you do about what happened at the presentation. Nothing funny about it. And why do you talk like a surfer? I spent my teenage years on a board in Malibu. Used to ride near a point where the rad breaks are. Now I surf the smaller waves in Tamarin Bay, a spot you cats have probably never been to.
The homeless man was unstoppable. What a joke. Too much greed and not enough good sense. On a tarmac not so far from here. Just felt like it. I do what I want to do. Rules are made for destruction, you know? Picasso said you should learn the rules like a pro so you can break them like an artist. Need to be myself and not some sheep with no balls, blindly following the flock down a path that leads to nowhere. Or you can change the world.
Shoot me. And jail would be interesting. But I do love your passion. So, go ahead. Bring it on. Play the parts of the seminar that turned you on. The entrepreneur was still skeptical. But she sensed she was opening. And possibly growing.
Her former way of existing no longer served her. It was time for a change. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes up short again and again because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.
Her hope was gradually expanding, and her worries were slowly shrinking. And the small, still voice of her finest self was beginning to whisper that a very special adventure was about to begin. But not great. We only release products that totally disrupt our market and then absolutely change the field by how valuable they are.
I only read the most original and thoughtful books, spend my time in the most light-filled and inspiring of spaces and visit the most enchanting of places. And when it comes to relationships, I only surround myself with human beings who fuel my joy, stoke my peace and excite me to become a better man.
Who have different values and lower standards than you do. Who have different Mindsets, Heartsets, Healthsets and Soulsets. On one wrist dangled two immaculate silver bracelets. Seriously revolutionary concepts for any empire-maker and world- builder.
And so few businesspeople and other human beings on the planet currently know about them. If they did, every important element of their lives would increase rapidly. For now, I just wanted to keep jamming on my personal commitment to ultra-high quality, in everything around me. Your surroundings really do shape your perceptions, your inspirations and your implementations. Art feeds my soul. Great books battleproof my hope.
Rich conversations magnify my creativity. Wonderful music uplifts my heart. Beautiful sights fortify my spirit. And all it takes is a single morning filled with positivity to deliver a monumental download of inventive ideas that elevate an entire generation, you know. The real purpose of commerce is not only to make your personal fortune. My main focus in business is to serve. Money, power and prestige are just the inevitable by- products that have shown up for me along the way.
An old and remarkable friend taught me this way of operating when I was a young man. It totally transformed the state of my prosperity and the magnitude of my private freedom. And this contrarian business philosophy has dominated my way of doing things ever since. He studied his large watch. Elevate your life.
It was quite a trick. You would have been exceedingly impressed if you were standing there with these three souls. Staring at stars filled you with delight. Running in a park made you feel alive. And chasing butterflies flooded you with joy. Oh, how I adore butterflies. Then, as you grew up, you forgot how to be human. You forgot how to be bold and enthusiastic and loving and wildly alive.
Your precious reservoirs of hope faded. Being ordinary became acceptable. The lamp of your creativity, your positivity and your intimacy with your greatness grew dim as you began to worry about fitting in, having more than others and being popular. And to discover primal powers within you that you never knew were there. You can create magic in your work and personal lives. I sure have. And the ecosystem that your life is built within.
His eyes darted away. He cleared his throat nervously. Been knocked down and kicked around a ton by life. Been sick. Been attacked. Been abused. Been misused. An odd, guttural, circus clown on acid sort of laugh. He carried on. Pain is the doorway into deep. It burns away the fakeness, fear and arrogance that is of the ego.
Returns us to our brilliance and genius, if you have the courage to go into that which wounds you. Suffering yields many rewards, including empathy, originality, relatability and authenticity. Incredibly eccentric. I get that he looks like he lives in a cardboard box on the streets. But listen to his words. Sometimes he speaks like a poet. How could he be so articulate? Where did his depth come from? He also has a warmth that reminds me of my dad.
I still miss him. He was my confidant. My top supporter. And my best friend. I think of him every day. And as we grow greater, we understand better. One could see he was terrifically surprised to hear that famous tone. He spun around—seeking the source. Quickly, all became clear. The artist was playing his illicit recording from the seminar. In a culture of cyber-zombies, addicted to distraction and afflicted with interruption, the wisest way to guarantee that you consistently produce mastery-level results in the most important areas of your professional and personal life is to install a world-class morning routine.
Winning starts at your beginning. And your first hours are when heroes are made. Wage a war against weakness and launch a campaign against fearfulness.
You truly can get up early. And doing so is a necessity in your awesome pursuit toward legendary. Take excellent care of the front end of your day, and the rest of your day will pretty much take care of itself. Own your morning. The Spellbinder could be heard wheezing like a novice swimmer who went too far, too fast. The artist continued presenting his recording, turning up the volume so the sound was blaring.
And your morning ritual is by far the most essential one to calibrate. And then automate. When we see the icons in action, the forceful seduction sold to us by our civilization is to believe they were always that great. That they were born into their exceptionalism. That they won the fortunate DNA lottery. That their genius was inherited. Yet the truth is that we are watching them in their full blazing glory after years of following a process, one that involved ceaseless hours of practice.
When we observe magnificent players in business, sport, science and the arts we are observing the earned results of a monomaniacal concentration around a single pursuit, astronomical focus on one skill, intensity of sacrifice applied to one aim, unusual levels of deep preparation and extreme amounts of solid patience.
Remember, every professional was once an amateur, and every master started as a beginner. He clapped his dirty hands like a kid at a carnival. He checked his watch yet again.
Then he began to shuffle his feet while swaying his hips forward then backward. His hands were now waving in the air and he was snapping his fingers, with closed eyes again. Sounds like the early rappers used to make without their boom boxes emerged from his cracked lips.
You would have been astonished to watch him in action. Force your attention back to the Everests of potential aching for fuller expression and, today, release all reasons that feed any stagnation of your strengths.
Start being an imaginationalist—one of those rare individuals who leads from the nobility of your future versus via the prison bars of your past. Each of us thirsts for days filled with tiny bursts of the miraculous. Every one of us wishes to own our pure heroism and step into unchained exceptionalism. All human beings alive at this moment have a primitive psychological need to produce masterworks that wow, live daily amidst uncommon awe and know that we are somehow spending our hours in a way that enriches the lives of others.
For one, this might mean being an excellent coder or a fine teacher who lifts young minds. For another, this opportunity could mean becoming a tremendous mother or a magnificent manager. To yet another, this good fortune may mean growing a great business or being a fantastic salesperson who serves customers superbly.
This chance to be remembered by future generations and lead a life that truly matters is not some platitude. This is, in fact, a truth. Yet, so few of us have discovered, and then installed, the very mentalities, morning practices and consistent conditions that will guarantee these results appear for us. We all want to reaccess our birthright of towering talent, limitless joy and freedom from fear, but few of us are willing to do the very things that would cause our hidden genius to present itself.
Strange, right? The majority of us have been hypnotized out of the luminosity that is our essence. Most of us in this age spend our most valuable hours being busy being busy.
Chasing trivial pursuits and artificial amusements while neglecting living a real life. This is a formula for heartbreak at the end. Very sad. First thing in the morning and last thing at night. I can hardly focus on the important deliverables my team and I have committed to. All together, it is really good so download if you don't already have it. Not a totally incredible song but Mike Posner is my favorite after all and his smooth vocals are such a nice addition.
Just Snoop and Wiz Khalifa casually talking about weed and simply not giving a fuck. Pretty good. French Inhale. Not very popular to the outer world except for one of his songs, Wildfire, which is posted below. I heard of him because one of his songs was featured on an episode of Gossip Girl so I immediately went to check him out and discovered some definite new favorites.
Download them. Trials Of The Past. Wildfire remix with Drake feat. Little Dragon. Blue Slide Park. Take Care. Black Cherry EP. Black Cherry - BPM. Cosmic Jazz - BPM. Red Snapper - 58 BPM. Parachute - BPM. Submarines - BPM. Fort Knox Vol 3. Fort Knox Vol 2. Robot Fight - BPM. Fort Knox Vol 1. Played by: Kabuki. Mr Joseph. Mad Selecta - BPM. Soul Intent. Sax Me - 58 BPM. The Alchemist - 57 BPM. Brooklyn - BPM. Dave Owen. Still Waters. Still Waters - BPM. Marquee Moon.
Marquee Moon - BPM. Blow Up - BPM. Wind Tunnel - 58 BPM. Calmate - BPM. Leeroy Jenkins - BPM. Nixed - BPM.
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