Wednesday 17 October
2012
Today is sometimes referred to as 'hump day', used in the context of reaching the apex of the proverbial hill - a work week. The anticipatory descent into the weekend is cause for much excitement the world over.
Where
one side of the hill takes a vast amount of energy to climb, once over the
hump, we glide down the other side with relative ease. We almost can feel our
body begin to exhale and almost feel the energy expended return.
Today
is also the day that our lottery plus jackpot either goes to a very fortunate
person, who is in all likeliness going to pee on his boss' desk in the morning,
or back in the pot to fatten for the next week of hopeful millionaires.
I’m
not a gambling man, but after having lunch with a friend yesterday we walked
right past a lotto booth and he wanted to buy a lotto ticket. He didn't have
any cash so I bought two, one for him and one for me. I folded the ticket and
placed it in my wallet just as I would a grocery bill or torn movie stub and
told him I’d initiate legal action if he won and didn't give me half.
Upon
my return to the office I had learnt that the jackpot for Wednesday night’s
draw stood at a cool $11M. I instantly began to run interest rate calculations
to see how much of a bum I could be by sitting on that money. Then my mind
turned to the investment opportunities that can allow that money to grow. I
found myself in a dream pipeline that led me to places I had never thought
possible as a salaried employee. And in reality, that pipeline dumped me out
right at my desk. There I was after all that planning of what I would do with
$11M, sitting in from the work I had floated away from just minutes before.
My
short lived (in my mind) life as a multi-millionaire today taught me the
following:
·
I will NOT be returning to work if
I won the lottery, however small that jackpot may be. I would take it as a sign
from the universe that things are about to change. It would be my omen (reference
from ‘The Alchemist’)
·
Thinking of the lottery as a way
out of the rat race is a supremely glorious waste of time and incredibly self
defeating. Sure it would be a great blessing, but there may be a dangerous side
to its seductive powers of perceived potential. It reinforces the notion that
the only way you can live that dream life you have planned is by some miracle
which results in showering you with riches. That is only possible by some act
of fate, and not through our own doing, can our wildest dreams be realised is a
harmful mindset.
Have
you ever found yourself waiting for the universe’s powers to grant you an
opportunity to start your dream life?
The
lottery draws tonight, and if you see a blog entry on Thursday, then I did not
win.
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