When You Realize There is No Secret to Success

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There is no “Definitive Guide to Optimum Health.”

No “Key to Finding Your Soul Mate.”

No “3 Simple Things That You Can Do To Go From Living In a Porta-Potty On Top Of a Garbage Dump To Millionaire in Under 6 Months.”

And there is certainly no “Secret To Success.”

Because if ANY OF THIS were true …

EVEN SLIGHTLY TRUE …

Then a tsunami of HEALING, and SUCCESS and WEALTH and SOUL-PARTNERSHIPS would have already been generated by hundreds of thousands of people worldwide in verifiably repeatable ways.

And most of all, we would have heard about it by now.

But we haven’t.

Because it’s not true.

And deep down we know it.

But most of us still don’t want to hear this.

We still want it to sound easy, and simple, and that all our dreams are always and forever attainable.

And they are.

But they’re also not.

And admitting that … literally taking a deep breath and surrendering into that painful truth of life, is actually … liberating.

Because when we accept the truth of how much luck, and genetics, and environment and culture, and timing and a whole host of others factors that we have ABSOLUTELY NO CONTROL OVER play into every success and failure that we’ve ever had – it stops us from feeling like losers when our goals don’t work out, or for feeling like total ego-maniacs when they do.

Life is Good

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I wake up and meditate. All is well. Life is good.

Then I turn on the news and everything’s a complete disaster. Religious zealots are killing people en masse, peaceful protesters are being trampled by riot police, America is facing off with the Orange Clown, North Korea is being run by a B-movie Bond villain, and Israel is seeking unconscious revenge on the Nazis by persecuting the Palestinians.

So I turn it off and make breakfast with my wife. The morning sun shines through the kitchen window onto our toes. We admire the color of fresh chard. I marvel at the fact that I can make an organic hemp milk, matcha latte and chase it with wild Alaskan fish oils, bee pollen and adaptogenic herbs, even though I wonder about the DHA containing mercury, the water carrying aluminum, and the adaptogens being contaminated with Round Up. We sit down, and lovingly stare into each others eyes for a long, long time. It doesn’t feel cheesy at all.