And quacks like a duck, it’s a duck. That’s not to say it can’t be Daffy Duck, or a Superhero Duck.

“Success” is the mother of all misconception fuck-ups. I personally don’t like the word success because the mention of this bi-syllable term sends egos into the outer sphere of reality, and brings out the tall-poppy-syndrome-infected sheeple to point finger.

The real definition of success is “to achieve an aspiration or goal”.

A Middle Eastern taxi driver in the viaduct is the perfect example of what success really means. The man aspires only to provide his six children with a quality education and a lifestyle far from oppression. What’s irrelevant is the fact the he’s a retired brain surgeon with two doctorate degrees who’s only intellectually stimulating conversation comes from a drunk patron at 4am on the way home chewing their way through a mediocre pie from the Gull station. He’s the genuine article of success, and if any of you disagree, go to any graduation ceremony of any university and listen to the loudest cheer when the name, hardest to pronounce, is called out. Then follow them out as they hop into the taxi that drove them to this successful moment, driven by dad.

Now that I’ve given Ali, my favourite taxi driver at the viaduct, a plug, I return to my point. Success is achieving a goal. Success is not excessive wealth or fame. In fact I pity the fool that waists their life chasing a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. You must have a more noble cause than $ signs.

Taking this a step further, by definition, success is short-lived, because the moment you achieve the goal and become successful, you are no longer successful, until you achieve the next goal. So you’ll encounter a few moments of success in your life but can never hold on to these moments. Think about how funny the neighbour’s dog looks, chasing their own tail... that’s what I think of anyone who aims to be successful for the sake of success.

I think it was Einstein that said “aspire not to become a man of success, rather to be a man of value” or some words to that effect, I was drunk when I was given that pearl. (Thanks Ali, I learned more sitting in the back seat of your taxi than I ever did while sitting in the back row at my senior classes at university.)

Did you get that? “To be a man of value”... which leads me perfectly into the duck. Ask yourself this, what are your values? What do you stand for in this world? If you spend your life chasing success, you’re nothing more than a dog chasing your tail, a Scrooge McDuck at best, and a Duck Hunt at worst. You’re not even a cool duck like Daffy.

So here’s what you need to do. Write down your values and beliefs, and be true to them. Build a legacy that you can leave behind to inspire the next generation, instead of building a large bank account that’s likely to turn your daughter into the next Paris... and I don’t mean the city.

Now where’s that lotto ticket I got from my beautiful Nana.

P.S. If you don’t know what your values are and not sure how to find out, let me know. There’s an easy way to do it that takes no more than 30 minutes. And it’s well worth taking the time to do it. It will change your life. Who knows, you may even become the next Donald (Duck) Trump.

(From http://www.maxfreemynd.blogspot.com/)

It is often said that perception is reality. So what? Who cares what it means and what implications it has?

Well, you should. You should care because your perception is your reality, and you’re selling yourself short if you don’t saddle up for a change in perception soon.

If you think to yourself “I am in control of my life, and I have succeeded, I have achieved and my reality is strong” then think again. Chances are, that no matter how well your life has turned out, you’ve only scratched the surface.

And if you think to yourself “this sound too hard, I can’t even motivate myself to get out of bed in the morning” than worry not my friend, you are more likely to make your dreams come true than you think.

I remember a story about an experiment involving fleas jumping out of jars, I heard it a few years ago, and if you wonder where you heard it, go look in the garage for the mega memory tapes, they obviously didn’t work the first time.

What do fleas jumping out of a jar have to do with anything? Here’s the deal.

Fleas in a jar will jump up to try and get out, if you put a lid on, they’ll jump up and hit their head on the lid for a few hours before they starts to change their behaviour. They will continue to jump but after a couple of hours of head smashing, and a migraine or two, they actually learn to jump lower to avoid embarrassment among their peers. Fleas will jump to within a centimetre of the lid without hitting it. Here’s the cool part, you take the lid off and watch them jump up without getting high enough to get out of the jar. I actually tried this (call me strange if you like, but I had to see for myself, if the story was true).

And then it occurred to me, if a couple of hours of human imposed limitations can lead to a lifetime of self-imposed limitation for a flea, then how much damage have our talentless teachers and over-protective parents caused us in our childhood. How many limitations, and false perceptions have they planted in our heads.

Your perception is your reality, and if you start to see through the years of suppressed talent and ambition, through the constant droning of self imposed authority figures telling you what you can and can’t achieve, then you realise that to jump out of the jar, you need a lot more that self belief and a Tony Robins telling the power is within you. You actually need to be reprogrammed. You can spend a few years convincing yourself that anything is possible, or spend a couple of $100 notes and half an hour tapping into your subconscious. Find your nearest NLP practitioner, Ericsonian hypnotist or mentalist and tell them Max Freemynd sent you. Tell them you want things you don’t even dream of achieving and act surprised when they actually listen to you attentively instead of mocking you like your peer group and family do.

And for all the family members and peer groups, shame on you. Are you going to let your own insecurities get in the way of supporting a loved-one? Shame on you sheeple!

Go my friends, and don’t come back till you learn to jump out of the jar. And don’t fall into the cliché of a big house, a yacht and a sports car, let that be the dream of a lottery winner, let your dreams be worth something, Let your dreams change the world. If you start dreaming of super powers and levitation, aside from the fact that you read too many comic books, you are actually on the right track and then use your super powers to put a smile a beautiful women, or bring joy to a child because these are much nobler aspirations than success.

In the famous words of Hank Moody “People seem to be getting dumber and dumber. I mean we have all this amazing technology and yet computers have turned into basically four figure wank machines. The Internet was supposed to set us free, democratize us, but all it’s really given us is Howard Dean’s aborted candidacy and 24-hour a day access to kiddie porn, you know. And people don’t write anymore, they blog”...

Well, my name is Max Freemynd, and this my first Blog. God Help you all... if she can!

(From http://www.maxfreemynd.blogspot.com/)