Lately I've been enthralled with the idea of success. What does it mean to me to be successful? This question has lead me to many different avenues of answer. Success, in my opinion, means accomplishing what it is that one has set one's mind to do. In that respect, I want success. Well that opens another question for me, at what would I like to be successful? My goal in life is to be wildly successful at selling homes, create a financial Picasso that will allow me to create the music that I want to release to the world, live brazenly, die a legend and be remembered as an international mogul/sex symbol. Where does that start? Well, it starts with me enacting a plan to list the world, starting with homes in the Morningside Park Area of Inglewood. Tomorrow I will mail out 500 postcards expecting to generate at least 5 viable listings which I will then sell. I will keep you posted on how it goes....
ON ANOTHER NOTE
This week I realized the importance/definition/cost of friendship...true friendship. I have a friend that I have known for more than half of my life stole from me. I don't mean the friendly "Hey Bro, I borrowed your (insert new gadget/clothing item etc) hope you don't mind" that in and of itself is hilariously annoying, but a facet of friendship. Surprisingly, it wasn't shocking. There had previously been a pattern of this person, "getting over me". I chose to ignore it in the hopes that whatever "friendship" we had cultivated up until this point would drown out the desperation and greed that must have overtaken their soul. Bullshit. It's now crystal clear to me that no matter what is at stake, I can't afford to risk my well being for anyone who's ever proven that they've have anything but in mind. This isn't to say that I don't believe in 2nd chances, but much like any other game...3 strikes and you're out.
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