Action: The Only How-To Guide You Will Ever Need

Ambition.

Nothing is ever accomplished without ambition.

Fear.

Nothing is ever accomplished by complaining.

Now, this may be as trite as it gets. Fear is fear, ambition is ambition, but that’s not my point.

The title is misleading, this is not a self-help guide. It is not a how-to. It is just what I’ve found out recently.

The only person holding you back is yourself. Guaranteed. No one else can hold you back. Not your parents, not your friends, not your enemies.

I was not the happiest kid in the world. I was not the most dismal child either. There is only one thing that has definitively changed my life, changed the basis of my character, and that was the moment I swore to take action on my every desire.

It sounds horrible, it sounds like I’m about to justify rape or something horrid. In reality, the nuances of the word desire are left up to you. I simply want to assure everyone, there is nothing more to life than what we make of it.

I’m desperately trying to avoid philosophical bullshit. This is intended to be grounded and as realistic as possible.

I recently posted a Benjamin Disraeli quote, “Action may not only lead to happiness, but there is no happiness without action.”

It’s probably the most accurate thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t really do much past this, but this feeling I have can’t truly be described. However, this is an article, and thus, I will try.

I am not invincible, I am insecure, I am weak. How do I become stronger? By acting stronger. By taking initiative, by doing something about it. Too many people simply read these self-help books. Reading is fantastic, but it isn’t magic. Everything requires an outside input into the subject. We must do it for ourselves.

There is a limit at which the knowledge is irrelevant, but the application could not be more important. We’re an information based society, and we must change that. Now.

I’ve never been so satisfied with myself in my life. I’ve never felt so strong.

I took the initiative, and put myself out there. I was shot down. Horribly. I went out on a limb, and came crashing to the ground. I wanted to kill myself for a split second. I’ve done this before, but never quite in the way I did there.

And I have to say. It felt good. It felt good to fail, and to survive. To be completely dejected, realize it’s ok, and move on. I deleted the number. Deleted the old messages.

Game Over. Press Start to Continue.

I think I’ll give it another go.