People love to believe that if someone is talented enough, and are dedicated, then there is no way for them to fail.
The idea is that success is open to everyone.
However the hidden part of the equation is luck, where you are in the right place at the right time for your talent and perserverence to pay off.
Most of the highly successful people in this world have a bit of luck on their sides.
Now luck isn't something you don't have control over. Like any external risk factor there are ways to factor luck into the equation.
The idea is to maximise your exposure to the opportunities for your skillset while at the same time developing yourself to be ready to accept these opportunities.
You maximise your opportunities with your network, you socialize with the right people and give them every excuse to turn to you.
Secondly you develop yourself, dedicate as much time as possible to being a better person, smarter, healthier etc.
Then all it takes is a little time. And something will find you :)
So many times we look back on how we approached something and kick ourselves. Its like man I wish someone had told me this beforehand.
Having very recently moved to a holiday ski town in Canada I am already wishing I tried a different approach.
My one tip for moving into a holiday town, probably of zero use to anybody but I wish someone had told me:
Find accomodation first: as more people move into town there will be less rooms available and it will only get worse. Jobs open up as more people come into town, housing closes up.
Serious Headaches could have been avoided I had had done this.
Frequently I go to an art gallery and I think that a painting must have taken the bloke a weekend to do. I definitely feel that if an artist is making something to should be appreciated it should take a chunk of the artists life to make; time taken to make should be in YEARS not DAYS.
Now that isn't to say that the smaller pieces don't have their place, these guys are to be used for practice. Made simply to develop skills and focus thoughts before attempting the masterpiece.
But this doesn't just apply to painters, all artists should have something big that they want said and they shouldn't stop til that message is perfected. This can't be done in a few hours.
I was reading some of Ayn Rand's journal notes (about Fountainhead) and she literally wrote double in self criticism. Every draft was painstakenly corrected until it was perfect.
Same with Michelangelo's David, same with the Mona Lisa.
These artists dedicated years to their masterpieces and so should all artists.
Do masterpieces to the zenith degree, but pump everything else out quickly to develop your skills.
After travelling around for a few weeks I noticed that even though a good part of it I spent by myself I never really felt alone. Being lonely is something that happens when you feel down, because even if you don't know anyone around you there is still a planet full of potential friends.
If you are in a good mood then it is really easy for you to make new friends, its just a matter of forcing yourself to talk to people. You don't feel sad or lonely when this happens because meeting new people is awesome.
However if you are feeling sad and down and can't force yourself to meet new people then you will feel lonely. Even though you are surrounded by so many friendly people they are all out of reach.
So the trick to not feeling lonely is simple to be happy. Which is one of those feedback loops I like to think about all the time. Be happy -> make friends -> makes you happy -> makes more friends.
For the past month I have been travelling around the USA. In that month much ground has been covered and many things have been learned, but up until this point it has been a group adventure.
This morning I got back to the hostel to find the room empty, all the mates I had been with were on their way to the airport to fly back to Australia.
The first thing I noticed was how quiet it was. Being around 4 blokes who were fairly noisy for an extended period of time meant that this change was pretty dramatic.
And it remained silent while I sat there packing my stuff. After checking out I had a few hours to waste in New York City and even though I had been there for a week it definitely seemed different.
But here I am now, sitting in the airport waiting for my flight to london and I have the first chance to actually write stuff. I guess that is a positive.
Feeling pretty wierd, maybe a little nervous. There is no safety net from friends and family nearby at all. But on the same note I have always been pretty comfortable with my own thoughts, so being alone isn't actually that bad.