Probability Exceeds Possibility

Luck is an intriguing concept. The random chance of the odds being your favor in any given circumstance whenever opportunity strikes. This idea was beheld by those around me but never indulged itself to be present for me, I guess I shouldn't have expected much of a random force that is likely a false superstition. As mysterious and questionable it’s existence was in my life, I still treat it as though it was its own entity capable of complex cognition. Describe it to myself as though it was toying with me, laughing at me, finding every pleasure in my suffering while making the existence of others, “Sooo great!” I just gave in one day. I decided no need for a stupid unknown force to give me help. I will accept my fate in this world, become another cog in the machine that is society. A mindless drone,working my life away to create my own future, even if it meant working half my life. I was willing to do it.

Besides work life moved on. Developing new habits was a comforting thing that would come to my mind periodically, the actual self control to follow through with them was another story. I’m not a consistent person when it comes to things, but the one thing that does work for me is this, writing in my journal. It’s something I’ve always done from a young age that has always brought me the solace I needed to maintain my sanity in this cruel world. I’d put everything down in them. I had a box of filled journals in them, all different kinds. This current one was a small black notebook. It was worn and frayed around the binding and the cover, still better than some that I’ve filled. I guess I’m saying this because it’s also significant because it was given to me by my father. The dude always had “good luck” and never had a hard time in his life from what it appeared. Heh, so stupid of me thinking i can change my luck with bringing up him who had it all and left nothing for me but an old beat up notebook with his name in the weirdly rough textured cover. Hmm that’s strange the cover’s texture seemed to look like lettering written without ink or pencil. I got a pencil and scratched it across the texture area and sure enough some hidden text was left behind. It read, “306 Stalenburg Rd, [777], 58 74 39 42” My curiosity was piqued. I grabbed my laptop and looked up the address listed to find it was the address for Stalenburg Bank from my hometown as a kid. I hadn’t moved too far away about a forty-five minute drive or so. I thought this is it! My lucky break!

I arrived at the bank later that day and talked to the clerk asking for access to the safety deposits boxes.. He asked for my name and I gave him my fathers instead. Ahh the beneficiary! It’s about time you’ve come, we’ve been expecting you for some time now. “Really? What do you mean?” I was very confused as to how he knew who I was or wasn’t. “Come with me” he said as he led me to the area of the bank with the boxes. We arrived and he instantly took me to box number “777” without me even telling him which number. “Your father told me that one day a young man would walk in here asking for his name on this box. He also mentioned how you’ve always had a negative outlook on good fortune, luck, whatever you want to call it. So he made a note for you, which I presume has led you here and he said if by random chance you were to find the note, he would like to give you a little taste of luck, but on one condition to follow his notes within the box as well as put to use what he has given you.” “Okay” I said. “But what's in the box?” He opened the box and handed me the note that was on top of a suitcase.

“Hey son it’s dad. I wanted to leave you this knowing that you will one day need it and come to a point that you will understand why and what I’m about to say. I didn’t want you to think I left you nothing upon my passing. You were the world to me, but you changed as you got older and became more pessimistic as you grew up. I wanted you to see the better side of things and live your life ecstatic and fulfilled! I gave you the notebook not knowing whether you would find my note, knowing that if you didn’t you would possibly hate me the rest of your life. If you did on the other hand then here you are. I left you in the suitcase twenty thousand dollars. What you do with it is up to you, but heed my words.life is temporary and money is a resource, a mere tool to get us things that we want. It is also an unlimited source like the sun, depending on how you use it, it can multiply or diminish. Even though I can’t see you now, I can still see the gloomy little rain cloud you used to be. So move on and shine like the stars in the night sky, even in the dark there is light and with the skills you teach yourself and the knowledge you retain you will soar to even greater heights. - Love Dad.”

My lip quivered as I teared up. I always thought my dad had just lived his life and pushed me to the back burner, but as I remember we did share many times together and he did always try to encourage me to be the best version of myself. I won’t let him down! I went to work right away. Stopped by the library, started to research into businesses and marketing. Like he said every skill i learn and any knowledge I could manage to obtain would be with me forever, and when I thought about it, my only safety net from anything. If I were to fail and lose everything I would still have those. I would push my mental state even harder, building into my “flow state” a time where I was deepest into my work and pressing forward toward my goals. All throughout this writing my goals down and the steps to complete them in my fathers notebook, it itself a reminder to not let myself or him down. I was careful with my investments with the money I had inherited. I took calculated risks that were in my favor to make some small gains, but overall did better with investing into my now small business I was building from the ground up. I could see a whole other world, one not so dark or depressing, one where luck wasn’t needed. Who needs luck when you have motivation and an ever evolving purpose. It started as making my dad proud, then moved on to that and making myself happy, then even further to creating something for other people, a service or even a product that gives back to society. Things will only reach new heights from here if I Keep pushing myself and motivating my team to follow me on this journey to do the same.

*Nine months later*

It’s been almost a year now and my business has made confounding progress! We run a company that teaches people about modern day income, from a number of sources. We give them the foundation of what type of skills and tools they will need to be successful and happy, but most importantly the MINDSET. For the longest time it was me and my mind that held me back. I was fearful and scared to divert from anything that was out of my comfort zone. The other one was guilt. Guilt for not enjoying the time with my dad that I did have when I was younger. I regret that but even so I won’t let the regret stop me from being myself and carrying on my legacy in my dad’s footsteps. The greatest man in my life who gave me a goal to accomplish to be happy, and in a way spread that happiness to me and others through me becoming who I am to day, with a purpose and a mission, set with a destination that will change and we must trust ourselves and be willing to accept change and change along with it while maintaining our integrity and ideals we hold onto dearly.

-The End.-