I attended the 3-day seminar of the Rich Dad Academy in Vancouver and learned a lot. This is what I love about seminars – and why I keep going to them – I get insights and learn new ways – more effective ways – of doing things. In the next few days, I will be sharing them with you and I hope your lives will be enriched too.
Some of us plod along this world not knowing what we are here for. We walk our paths, fall into our usual pattern, surprise ourselves some of the time, and when the excitement dies, wonder why we still have that big hole in our chest. The answer is not within, but without – that is, outside of us.
Who do you live for? What do you live for?
Is it your children or your family? (but please do not have that reason just because every other person says it should be so)
Do you dream of making it big? (does it get you awake nights, to plot, to plan, to see in your mind’s eye how that could be)
Is it money – a lot of money – so you can make a difference in your life and in the world? (have you seen need, have you felt need, do you want to erase it from yourself, your memory, the world)
Is it recognition? Is it acceptance? (what happened in your early life that made this matter in your now)
In October 2011, Bo Sanchez launched another initiative aimed at helping those financially motivated to become wealthier, and he called it Wealth Circle.
Of course I could not resist being part of it. Turned out, not everyone could get in because there was an application process that consisted of about a 10-page questionnaire (or something that seemed that long) that quizzed one’s financial health, motivation, problems, overall outlook in life. It was a tedious process, one that made me re-assess my life, and reflect on it, making me laugh and cry a little (it was gut-wrenching and soul-satisfying).
The really successful people are the ones who follow their passion.
Take Vince Golangco, for one.
He loved to travel and would go into the craziest places and do the craziest things – true to his adage – living life to the fullest. But then WhenInManila.com happened, which was a documentary of his personal experiences through videos and the written word, and people started offering him money so he can travel and experience the cool stuff more, which is, more or less, mind blowing to the once big dork who did not know what he wanted to do in life (still a dork, but now with a slightly better clue).
Going to orphanages, or the home for the aged, or seeking out the poor and the downtrodden – to reach out, to help – it is not something one thinks about on a day to day basis.
But they – the abandoned, the old and forgotten, the poor, the downtrodden – their existence is a day to day reality.
But many people do not care – either because they do not have the time and have their own worries, or they have nothing to give. It is the government’s job, after all, or those with millions to spare.
For a long time, I had those sentiments.
I used to think that as long as I minded my own business, do not take advantage of people, take really good care of my family (charity begins at home), and smile (well, I think this is important), then I am off the hook of what they call “social responsibility”.
It was a fine afternoon and Nannette and I got to talking.
I just passed the insurance examination given by the Insurance Commission and can now be ushered into the world of insurance agents and hustling and bustling. That made me uncomfortable and I told Nannette so.
Okay, I still had the image of the feisty, persistent, pesky seller of insurance who does not really explain or understand what he sells, does not hear the word “no”, does not stick around through the bad times (when the hapless insured can no longer pay the premiums), is just “interested” because of the commission he hopes to get.
The Chinese New Year has been flitting in and out of the edge of my culture and consciousness as kaleidoscopic images of round red lanterns, tikoy, dragon dances and loud firecrackers.
I remember tikoy (Chinese New Year’s cake made of glutinous rice) and my dad dipping it in just-beaten egg yolks and egg whites, frying it on the pan until it gets golden brown all throughout. We would gather round the table and get it from the plate while it is still hot, our hands getting sticky and oily and sticky again, while our tongues seek and taste the gooey center where the goodness is until there is no more.
I read it from The Secret but it was Johannes “Meister” Eckhart who allegedly originally said this.
If the only prayer you said in your whole life was thank you…
I do not know who Eckhart is, except that he was a German theologian, philosopher and mystic born during the 12th century who wrote such controversial articles that he was tried as a heretic by the then-pope.
But this is not about Meister Eckhart or the Secret. This article is about certain prayers, and thank you.