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{August 8, 2012}   Your Pound of Cure.


The other day (for class extra credits) I elected to go and
participate in a psychological experiment whose sole purpose was to
measure risks of the human condition-risks that people are willing to take.

What better a prop to use to measure risk-taking than money huh?

Well, the test was set up such that you had to go into a room in front of
a big 32” computer screen (white, bright, and large enough for you the see and think).

The only other computer accessories was a computer mouse (for which your right or
left hand was to navigate through the questioning).
Throughout the test, there were 3 constant questions that rotated from left to right:
• Would you risk a 75% chance of losing $500, $700, $750, $950, $1200, $1250, $1600, $1750, or $1800.00
(the amounts varied through each question)
Or
• Would you go on and hand over $750 (that $750 amount remained the same-throughout each question)
Or
• Would you hand over $0 at a 25% chance at losing nothing at all

As I navigated throughout each question, I continuously clicked: $0…for which I stood the 25%
chance of losing nothing at all-although I stood a 75% chance at losing $500, $700, $750, $950, $1200, $1250, $1600, $1750, or $1800.00.

Because I neglected [throughout the test] to simply hand over $750 (continuously) stood a
75% chance of losing $950, $1200, $1250, $1600, $1750, or $1800.00. But I didn’t care.
I refused to just hand over $750.00 when I could continuously see that I stood a 25%
percent chance of losing nothing at all.

The fact that (for someone else not as optimistic as me, but more of a risk-taker than me), it may seem “logical” to go on a hand
over $750.00 rather than to take that 75% chance of losing well-over
$750 ($950, $1200, $1250, $1600, $1750, or $1800.00).

I tried, but I couldn’t see it that way.

By mid-test (with my continuously clicking $0/at the 25% chance of losing nothing),
I could feel the impatient and agitated body movement of the girl who facilitated
the experiment (most probably getting bored with my answers-where I continuously
clicked onto that annoying little red dot’s answer never changed throughout the entire
forty-five minutes that the test was held).

When the test was over, I looked over at her-she had a connected frown in her brow.

I broke the ice (and her uni-brow) as I smiled and said: “I sure was waiting on
that $750.00 amount to go down to [at least] $250.00 or so, and I probably would have
elected to simply hand over my money. Either that, or remove my 25% chance of losing
nothing at all…that would have forced my hand somewhere in there.

She replied almost defensively-as if she couldn’t wait to get it off her chest:
Even though you had a 75% percent chance of losing OVER the $750.00 that you
could have just HANDED over!?

I stood there (in that very moment) perplexed that she didn’t she what I saw, and
while standing there-I was a bit perplexed at myself, because although I never
fancy myself a pessimist, I always think that blind optimism is rather foolish.
A “reasonable” and “measurably” optimist is what I’d say I am, “faith” is an altogether
different meaning than “optimism.”

But while standing there in all my optimistic splendor (less the bliss),
do you want to know what it is I saw?

Well:
25% of Optimism and losing nothing (to me-in my eyes) is well worth more than a
75% Risk of losing [any amount + handing over all and definitely having nothing-at all].

Even if we took money away from the whole experiment and equation, in my optimistic eyes,
it’s no different than the saying that goes: “An ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure.”

Regardless [what someone else may have seen-a 75% open door versus a 25% closing door]
I saw the 25% as one big gigantic wide-open door.

And truth be told, she could have turned that 25% down to 1% and I still would have
felt that I stood a chance of losing nothing at all.

Pardon my optimism, but I also learned something about myself that day,
that-like from behind my ebony eyes-you too should carry [this red dot reminder]
that I am passing on to you:

 

Even in [what may seem like] the greatest and overwhelming amount of darkness from
behind the most seemingly closed of iron doors, there is always a crack of light and bright.

If you can find and see yourself within that small percentage of light and possibility,
you win…so don’t concern yourself with “when”-that’s your value: “In.”

 



{August 8, 2012}   Solace.


You Find Solace and Sanctity Through Never-ending and Persistent Antagony’s Insanity.


Everywhere, everybody seems to think that money [fame/success] is the key to end all your woes,
your ups, your downs, your highs and your lows.

But never underestimate the power and necessity of personal self-success:
taking time out and spending time with yourself-learning yourself,
earning yourself-and discovering things all about your self there is to
learn you are all about (less worldly and monetary success).

It’s invaluable.

Literally (and I do mean literally) every single day that I wake up,
I am humbled when it is proven to me-right before my very eyes- how agonizing
it must really feel to have all the money, and/or fame, and/or success in the
world yet, from sun-up, to sun-down, still be in consistent “antagony” over
something or something possessed by somebody else that not even money, fame
or success can even pay for…
That has to be the most torturous existence to live in, yet-seek to expend from.
And one such that I can image the poorest and homeless of man is much better off [in comparison to].

Every single day, I am humbled and peacefully paced, because even as
of three years ago-I used to think it was the total opposite.
And for that…I am humbled.

God will always show you what you need to know-especially
when it is you who needs to know it.

There is more to “success” than “success” itself. Discover richness
and wealth in all things collectively you that money cannot buy.
That is your truth wealth (and value).

If you are not in self-preparation for it, outside of
persistent “antagony,” you really have nothing but consistent insanity.

I’m a living, alive, humbled witness of that demonstrative daily truth.



et cetera
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