My favourite Reddit Post and What successful people look like
I think that Reddit is where the magic happens, the GameStop rally last week is the prime example. And NO, it is not about looks.
Hey there! I am late, but not missing my writing schedule for the second time.
In this week’s newsletter, I wanted to share my next essay but seeing what’s transpired over the last week (you know what I am talking about), I have decided to publish it at the end of this month.
I moved back home yesterday.
Moving back to Bangalore was good and different this time, but now it’s $GME, Set, Go at home again.
Getting back all my pre-pandemic stuff really made me feel like finding my long-lost treasure. I bought a guitar in March-2020 and attended a week’s worth of classes. During the second week, I was on an urgent flight back home, without the guitar.
Is it time now to finally learn it?
Reddit = Magic
There are some things which will always make you feel sad, and moreover, those things are truly out of your control.
All you can do according to me: let the universe handle you
Keeping it effortless, here’s something I found on Reddit
. It helped me.
Alright, here goes. I'm old. What that means is that I've survived (so far) and a lot of people I've known and loved did not. I've lost friends, best friends, acquaintances, co-workers, grandparents, mom, relatives, teachers, mentors, students, neighbours, and a host of other folks. I have no children, and I can't imagine the pain it must be to lose a child. But here's my two cents.
I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see.
As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive.
In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life.
Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out.
Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.
Successful People look like this
No, they don’t look like this. Come on. It’s not about how you look but how you think, what you think and what you understand.
Successful people are great thinkers. Successful people, in my opinion, are the people who understood the following; before becoming successful:
#1 Mentors
Mentorship isn’t about finding a great mentor.
It’s about becoming a person great mentors WANT to help.
#2 Winning
Winning doesn’t mean others lose.
The real winners help 1000 others win with them.
#3 Momentum
Business is about momentum.
What you do on day one will look nothing like what you’re doing on day 10,000.
On a side note, you might want to read Atomic Habits by James Clear.
#4 Giving Up
Giving up quickly is fine. Time is more valuable than money.
Try stuff you know you like.
#5 Comfort Zone
Being comfortable by being uncomfortable is how you win.
Everything worth doing in this world requires you to get uncomfortable.
TL’DR: Make yourself into the person who deserves what you want out of this life.
ENDNOTE: Investing
I am not going to tell you why investing is good.
Here is a book I recommend.
A book called Shut Up and Wait.
The biggest takeaway here is the power of patience and inactivity.
Each page is just this chart.
Until next week,
Darshil
👋 The End
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My favourite Reddit Post and What successful people look like
Came across this through your story and it was well worth my time. Keep it up👌👍
Good one