Blind luck
Something entirely out of your control happens in your favour. Fortune, fate, the lottery of birth.
The almanac
Longer pieces I've collected and come back to. Laws, the kinds of luck, agreements to live by, a few definitions. Borrowed, mostly. Kept because they're true. The one-liners live in Quotes.
The more fearful you are, the more likely it will happen.
Write the problem down clearly, and half of it is already solved.
The biggest problem at work is that no one tells you how to do it.
Put information and value first, and the money will follow.
When there is no need to make a decision, don't make one.
Something entirely out of your control happens in your favour. Fortune, fate, the lottery of birth.
You hustle, you stir things up, you generate so much energy and activity that luck eventually collides with you.
You get so good in your field that you spot the lucky break others walk right past. You become sensitive to it.
The hardest kind: you build a character, a reputation, a way of being so distinct that luck comes looking for you by name.
Be professional. Be proficient. Be patient. Be present. Be persistent. Be particular. Be prompt. Be prepared. Be poignant. Be profound. Be polite. Be poised. Be purposeful. Be passionate. Be practical. Be provocative. Be productive. Be perceptive. Be persuasive. Be pioneering. Be precise. Be proactive.
But don't try to be perfect. You're not.
Speak with integrity. Say only what you mean. Use the power of your word in the direction of truth and love, not against yourself or others.
Nothing others do is because of you. What they say and do is a projection of their own reality. Be immune to it and you stop being the victim of needless suffering.
Find the courage to ask questions and to say what you really want. Clear communication prevents most sadness, drama and misunderstanding.
Your best changes from moment to moment. Whatever the circumstance, simply do your best, and you escape self-judgement and regret.
A note on being twenty-something
The age of 20, 21, 22 is a strange one.
Some of us are still arguing with teachers over petty marks. Some are sitting for life-changing interviews. Some just want moments with friends. Some are starving for the bare minimum.
Some are content with sleep and study. Some live for the hustle. Some are shouldered with responsibilities (though, really, all of us are). Some shrug it off to enjoy the present; some sacrifice the present for the future.
Many leave for other cities. Some for other countries. Some stay where they are and miss the ones who left. Some push people away; some get pushed; some get tied together for a lifetime.
Some run after money. Some wait for love. Some just want a life. Many get loved; a few struggle to love themselves.
Everyone is moving forward. Some are moving ahead. And that is the beauty of it: you don't compare, you just make your own life.
Life isn't a puzzle you solve linearly. You solve it recursively. You build parts knowing you'll likely tear them down later to reuse the pieces for something bigger. Two steps forward, one step back. As time goes on, the big pieces fall into place, and the parts you tear down get smaller and smaller.