Flat Broke but Filthy Rich February 10, 2010
Posted by Mike in : Mike , add a commentMoney Money Money…where for art thou.
Seems its the mantra of us all. Even the bum on the street with the outstretched hand has to have a bit of it to keep whatever keeps him going, going. I have sympathy for him, I’ve been there. The only difference between the two of us is I have a greater change of making it out of the dark isolated corners of hell and back into the light. 
The bum who asked for money for the 9,354th time made me reflect on the odd psychological monetary dichotomy I’m in. I just released three iPhone applications to Apple for review.
I feel absolutely rich yet my pockets are lined with lint and copper. It’s very strange having no capital but creating items that can make tons of it. I’m living in the in-between place.
I’m walking with the air of an aristocrat who is on sabbatical dressed as a transient to divert attention from himself but he can’t hide his lineage and gets called out anyway. That’s happening to me. I must have “crossed over” somewhere this month past the tipping point of who I was to what I will be.
It’s an aphrodisiac to women I’ve noticed as well. It amazes me how a mental state can alter the perceptions of others. I don’t think this is a place one can “think” themselves into. I think it is a spot that one has to make.
This post is only here to segue into a discussion of the iPhone applications that were just released so I’ll end with:
Money money money…its all on my tree. The only issue is…they haven’t given it to me.
Persist through fear until you hear yourself say Holy Shit! December 6, 2009
Posted by Mike in : Mike, Motivation , add a commentI just had that. My fucking heart is racing.
I’ve been looking at the same thing for what seems like eons. So much shit floating around me. My ‘Day to Day’ states:
“At the fishbowl looking at the world and letting everything fade but 1 thing. iPhone databases. Very very complex, yet very very simple. Just focus…focus. See this one thing as the world…the future. Let the energy of it fill you. Feel its fire. I am above the bullshit, I ride alone, this beast is mine to tame. Talk seems to be the appeal in all the twitters and facebooks I see flicking around me. I shut it all out and only see this. I shall sit here till I have it or I will die in my seat. Fishbowl is open 24 hours. Give me database or give me death.”
Within minutes of writing that statement, of letting everyone around me fade, the hundreds of minds dicking around with some shit, when BAM it hit me! I heard myself say “Holy Shit!”.
My Holy Shit was that I finally found out how to take a vast database of data and simple query it for use in my iPhone application!
I just stared at my computer until the screen faded under screen saver. Stared wide eyed. It must be the same feeling a scientist has when they stumble across something no human has ever seen before. They see the truth in it and just pause.
I have been on this for months. Over all the bullshit. The meetings. The talks. Its the persistence that is of the only value. No matter how you feel. The key is shutting it all out, looking at the world, letting it go and rising above it.
In the article “If you want to be rich, first stop being so frightened“, billionaire Felix Dennis says “The number one reason why people fail is because of a fear of public embarrassment”. We fill our minds with this mind clutter. We worry about what others will think. About not making the money. About missing out on all the parties where everyone is mingling, networking, having fun and moving forward. The fear that you will be left behind. It’s bullshit.
The real value is in coming back to the core. For me it is here. In a room of 500 buzzing computers and freeing my mind of all of it. My passion flared a few minutes ago. Vast and beautiful. My skin is still goose bumped. My breath is short. So persist. Persist again. Read this post on overcoming fear if your having trouble letting go of the inner monologues.
The only other answer to how I feel is I had a stroke and am lying on the fishbowl’s floor unconscious dreaming all this…someone call 911.