Disclaimer: I know nothing. But I have large brain and it tricks me. That is all.
I have a problem with “odds” being an excuse for not accomplishing anything, especially when that anything is not some random event. There are cases where complaining about your odds seems legitimate, like getting struck by lightning and spontaneous human combustion.
First, if those are on your bucket list, bigger issues stalk you. However, even for these seemingly random events, you can increase your odds.
Want to get struck by lightning? Strap a steel pole to your head and stand in a lake.
Spontaneously combust? Take a bath in lighter fluid then smack some rocks together.
I am sitting here, racking my brain and can’t think of ONE thing in which your odds of achievement can’t improve to near 100%.
I am forced to point out the obvious. I can’t run 1,000 miles in 10 minutes. I am a strapping young man, however my odds of getting pregnant are decidedly zero (despite my wife’s protest at the injustice). I get it. Let’s not go there. I will only say that if there are limitations on what you can achieve, they are flaws inherent in being mortal.
I don’t know, I could be wrong. If I am, please tell me. But it seems that the elementary school mantra of “You can do anything you put your mind to” is true. Literally, given time and effort, you can achieve anything. Warm fuzzies for everyone.
What if I am 5 feet tall and want to play in the NBA? Not an excuse. It just means I have to be that much better, practice that much harder and most likely, spend much more time than my vertically gifted competition.
For the love, odds do not have a mind of their own, stacking up in front of you like a totem pole of doom.
The real issue is your expectations.
Attempts have been made to establish a success rate for getting drafted into the NBA, getting rich, and even getting your book published. These are beyond stupid.
Why? They include people unwilling to put in the work.
The dismal chance of being struck by lightning includes both my huddled form and the crazy man swaying in a tree top with a golf club.
I can’t expect to publish a book without toiling over drafts, scrapping ideas, perfecting storytelling and crying four times. But if my book is incredible, it will get published. Show me the best book in the world that remains unpublished and I’ll show you the loan I just took out to publish it.
Nothing is random. You aren’t throwing your goals into a hat.
“Man, the chances of getting _______ are so super sucky…”
Call it like it is.
“I’m not willing to put in the work.”