Fun & Hobbies: Goals for 2019!

Here we go! This is the first of the 8-part series that I’m launching in conjunction with what I did towards the end of last year.  I’m super excited with what’s happening and what has already happened, but I first need to go back to the beginning of the year and see what I said back in my previous blog post (one year ago).

What I said at the end of last year….

For Sures 

  1. Indonesia
  2. Malaysia (possibly this month
  3. Kazakhstan + Kyrgyzstan

Potentials

  1. Australia (high chance)
  2. Hong Kong
  3. Taiwan
  4. Morocco (Tedx)

On-The-Ropes

  1. American Samoa
  2. Japan

Well, i got to Hong Kong, but not sure why I thought about going to Japan.  Australia was a high chance, but then with the visa problems and having to leave all the time this year, everything was completely destroyed.

  • Malaysia
  • Singapore
  • Laos
  • Malaysia
  • Hong Kong
  • Singapore
  • Laos

To be honest, 7 countries in a year was phenomenal.  However, were these real holidays? No.  Aside from the forgettable Hong Kong trip, Malaysia (both times) were the only legitimate holidays.  Singapore was fun both times, but I still didn’t venture out and do activities like I wanted to.  Was it because of budget problems? No, I simply didn’t want to treat it like a holiday at that time.  I was scared because I wasn’t sure where my income was coming from when I got back.

Now with 2019 on the horizon, I know not to overshoot what I plan on doing.

One of my goals, that coordinates with my career, is making more money in less time, and I’m establishing that at this moment in my life.  Building the connections and having big bankers all around Bangkok, on top of ex-teachers getting in contact with me in regards to big money work, will be game-changing.

I want to really dedicate more time to me. I’m sick of working past 6pm at a regular job, unless I’m getting paid over 100$ an hour to do so.  I don’t want to work long hours on weekend anymore, only to make a wage I’ve been making the last three years ON THE SAME WEEKEND.  I would much rather focus on my projects and FUN TIME.

New Activities? No Way! Spartans!

Aside from going to the zoo in Melbourne, Australia in late February (very close to booking this trip) and a few other things, Spartan races are still my fun and hobbies, although related to health.  Yes, I would love to do whitewater rafting and still go snowboarding in the snowfields of Hokkaido, but right now, that’s a bit on hold.  Mongolia/Egypt is surely on board.  I would like to take 2-3 massive trips this year and of course, my inaugural mini trips to Singapore, Malaysia, and the small resort island Bali, which is in Indonesia.

Listen to “Fun & Hobbies: Goals for 2019!” on Spreaker.

Coaching Session: Episode 004 – Toxic Family & Not Sure What To Do?

You know, I’ve talked about this on a number of occasions. How to veer and steer clear of negative human beings, even if they’re your family.  This is one of the toughest decisions any human being can make.  Did I think I would ever have to make a decision like this? Not in a million of years.  However, after an almost-fight with my brother in the living room of my home back in 2007 about the “Law of Attraction,” I realized that there was no way I can talk about these types of things with him anymore.  On one occasion, my mother asked if something was true and I said, “how do you think I got to Australia?”

No pun intended, but if I had consulted my family before my trip, I wouldn’t have gone to Australia to begin with.  My brother said angrily, “what the hell you going to Australia for?”

In brief, when I came back from actually LIVING in Australia, my older sister’s face had localized swelling. My mother was complaining about work mates, and my brother had three balls in his back, resulting in surgery.  My family was in a dark abyss and I couldn’t be rescue 911 this time.  I told myself, “it’s either my life, or I will fall into misery for the rest of my life.” That was the action.

I threw my bose headphones over my ears and cancelled out the noise, which brings me to number 1.

Make Positivity In Your Head Loud

It’s easier said than done, and people are often held back on life because memories that they are attached to — memories that are bad and continue recreating a life in the future — also known as having a predictable future.  How can you make it loud? Throw your headphones on, don’t take things seriously and read/listen to Dale Carnegie’s How to Stop Worrying and Start Living. 

If you actually look at your life from your outerself, you will realize that life isn’t too bad.  That’s number one.  Number two, unless someone is physically abusing you, you are in control of how you react to situations.  You’re either positive or negative; reactive or proactive; on offense or defense.  Leading up to my departure (to come here to Thailand), my family and I were LIGHT YEARS apart.  I would stay away from them as much as possible because I would feel the jealousy, animosity, hate, bigotry, you name it.  It was a tenacious force that I couldn’t overcome, but I made a promise to myself that when I leave this native Las Vegas today, I will NEVER return to see them.

On the day of leaving, my mother cried.  I thought they were fabricated because she sure as hell didn’t show any of that the entire year I was there.  When I first went to university, my mother cried from her heart at the airport with my uncle.  When I left this time, it felt as if she was forced to cry to show her feelings.  Everything I experienced over the year, especially with the amount of anger coming out of my brother, had to be banished forever — and so it was.

Are They Helping You, or Killing You?

Simple question.  Are you growing or dying? If you were to stay around them any longer, would the situations escalate even more? What kind of small steps can you take? Yes, you can try having a heart talk, but if has been perpetuated for years, the conditioning is imbedded into the DNA…..they believe.

Don’t Jump In, Ease In

When I had the ordeal happen with my family, it was a long period of time.  It wasn’t just a huge BANG and everything ended. That could be very daunting for a lot, emotional, and neither party wins.  If you just ease out of the toxicity on a nightly basis and talk to friends who encourage you to become better, this can go a long way.

Listen to “Coaching Session: Episode 004 – Toxic Family & Not Sure What To Do?” on Spreaker.

When You Realize You Have An Indomitable Will….

I went to my mother’s Facebook page to check on her health and well-being recently.  After the 2013 fallout, my mother and I haven’t spoken on video or by voice in half-a-decade.  Regrets? Absolutely not.  It takes two to tango.  However, the health of my mother is always important.

Her first post was of my brother — an individual who has hated me since I was a child.  Hot-headed, angry, know-it-all/alpha mask possessing individual who’s following similar footsteps of his father.  He was featured on Fox5News in Las Vegas.  Being an avid drummer and always have been for years, music has always been in his heart.  Having taught at high schools, middle schools, and elementary schools, apparently he had auditioned for the Las Vegas Golden Knights hockey team — and got the job.  During one of the openings of last year’s playoff game against I-HAVE-NO-IDEA, I saw someone wearing glowing, neon glasses while drumming who had a beard similar to what my brother normally flaunts.  Indeed, it was my brother.  I was super proud of him.

Two years ago, he had sent me a message, berating me with derogatory slurs and yelling, “don’t come back to Vegas! Mom doesn’t wanna see you! Your sisters hate you!”

I laughed and felt sorry for him.  Since those 1995, Mega Man X days where he would beat me up on the SNES and tell my parents that I did wrong, he still has an impenetrable amount of hostility that’s tormenting him inside.

During the recent interview in the link above, I can still see it in his eyes.  Hearing him speak with the freakish looking smile and saying, “it’s about being positive,” or somewhere on the lines, is what I would always see before he unleashed an unfathomable amount of hell upon me and spew rhetoric at my siblings.  He was a power junkie and always has been — very different from what my father used to be, to be honest.

Nonetheless, I told my siblings, and the last time I spoke with them back in the summer of 2016, that I would never speak to Steven Buck again for as long as I live.  It was time to finally move on.  Wish him the best in his future endeavors, but enough was enough.  Gary Vee says drop your loser friends and family members, and my brother, who was the antagonist of every story, has never been supportive.

But please don’t let this confuse any of you.  Holding a grudge against anyone is ridiculous, and this is why I forgave him from within and sent the rest to the universe.  He doesn’t need to know that I forgave him, nor would he care, but it’s for my own peace of mind.

You know, going through the battles I’ve gone through, especially living in Thailand, it’s perspective.

Do you know how lonely I felt being in a household where everyone hated me? I was the “selfish” one for not saving money.  I was the bad son for not giving my mom 25% of my salary while living overseas by myself.  Going through that dimension of it, and then battling the racial discrimination in these borders? 150 jobs denied me because I was BLACK.

Could you imagine not having anyone to go to in terms of that?

You can’t.  The brute force and nature of it all id unprecedented. But how did I go through it? Was it the motive? The purpose, as Napoleon Hill has said before? How did I flip it from a push to a pull? How did I go from a negative mindset to a positive mindset? How did I go from getting by at the beginning of this year, to becoming financially independent by next year? I’m still trying to piece it together.

One thing is apparent, however, and it’s the fact that I have an indomitable will.

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My Story

So, because my blog, podcasts, Instagram and other means of social media is gaining a lot of momentum, I think it’s time to finally introduce myself on a scale no one ever has.

  • Mother/Father broke up in 97.
  • Two step mothers and three elementary schools in a one year period.
  • Father dropped my siblings and I off at a doorstep in 1999.
  • Moved in with my mother in June of 1999 — and the rest is history.

This was the shambolic childhood.  However, it sounds all bad, and I completely understand from your point of view, but this turned out to best the greatest blessing ever in my life.  Those Christmas morning of 93, 94, and 95 were some of the best of my life.  My grade school was amazing, wonderful friends, and I was introduced to one of the greatest eras of music in humankind (1990’s), along with Sega Genesis and Super Nintendo.  Let’s not forget that.

From 2000-2006, my mother did an amazing job.  We had our transgressions when power got cut off in late 2003, but my mom did everything in her power to restore it (just a day later). I’m super grateful for that.  After choosing to go to college, then demoting my “choice of major” even more (going from Orthodontics, to Dental Hygiene, to Dental Assisting), it was another great blessing.

The Change from a Promise

Satomi Nakagawa, who visited me in 2008, fell to her knees one evening and cried: “I’m never going to see you again.”

She was distressed because the potential of not seeing me again.  In that moment came a promise, “don’t worry, I’ll come to see you.”  I’m not exactly sure if I said next year, but it ended up happening next year when I had the idea of traveling abroad.  BOOM!

Two months after booking a trip, I saw Satomi again and Kingsford International Airport.  The importance of this trip, seeing Darling Harbour, Blue Mountains, and going to Bondi Beach…..was when a seed had blossomed within my mind.  When this happened, I was never the same again.  Living in America was no longer exciting to me (Las Vegas, but let’s be honest, it’s all boring — sorry).  I visited again in 2010 (Melbourne) and met some Mauritians and Indonesians.  One morning I walked along St. Kilda beach and then I decided “I’m moving here next year.”  I told my mother after coming back, and she got teary-eyed.  It was the sign of change, but at the same time, she knew i had to go after what was mine in the universe.  Sure enough, 2011 came rolling around and the last time I felt like I saw my mother was when she gave me a hug, cried, and drove off in a car.

Battles in Australia

Psychological battles galore. I questioned myself about having a personality that wasn’t suitable for Aussies.  I was too personable; too charismatic; too funny.  Just too out there in general.  I remember running down to a harbour area in Lane Cove (north of Sydney) and saying to myself, “they don’t like me here.  Why don’t I have a girlfriend?”

Fast-forwarding that particular situation to my present situation, I’m single — 7 years later.

Rewinding back to that moment….I told a Colombian friend and she said, “Arsenio, you have one of the most beautiful personalities.  Don’t worry about these people.”

Yes.

That was that moment.

I would need that 5 years later when I got into the biggest psychological battle of my life.

Thailand in the YouTube video (coming soon) & Podcast

 

Spartan Beast Malaysia = Cancelled; Now What? Spartan Beast Australia!

I went from booking a ticket, thinking that my Spartan Beast in Malaysia was on a Saturday, to cancelling a plane ticket and realizing that plane tickets on other days were at extortionate prices.  YIKES!

What a disaster.  What seemed like a sure Spartan Beast and trifecta claiming weekend turned into a nightmare whereas I almost lost out on $167 dollars.

So, Arsenio….your health goals of 2018 have suffered a minor hiccup.  What are you going to do now?

Well, there were three options.  First, I’m grateful I don’t have to fly back to Malaysia at this point because I’m so sick of the garbage airlines (Malindo Air & Air Asia) that are ALWAYS late.  I’m sick of almost getting in mid-air collisions (on Malindo) and Air Asia) and terrible service — along with cardboard box seats.

So, got it.  “It’s a low-budget airline.”  Well, no more!

I’d much rather take some time off from these low-budget airlines than deal with lunacy of them always being late.

Well, I’m first very grateful for having experiences both airlines, but it’s time to spend a tad more and fly reputable airlines from a better airline that’s connected to the rail link, which is connected to the city.

Anywho, let’s focus on the matter…my Spartan Beast has been stopped, momentarily, and now it’s either the Beast in Thailand, Australia, or Malaysia (lol) in December (in the Malaysian/Singaporean border town of Johor Bahru). What will I choose?

 

Travel Blog: Episode 3 – Traveling Dates For This Year – Finally Set: Super, Beast, Trifecta, Australia, Hong Kong & More!

Barring any setbacks and leaving of the country, this is what my travels look like this year (roughly).

Now that I know my future and I’ve finally let go of the past, I can focus on one of the most exciting times and live ahead.  This has been my dream – to teach everywhere, speak when I want, go to conventions, be my own boss, have a team develop content, teach, and travel the world.  Sure, sounds a bit hectic, but inspiring while visiting places that might change who I am for the better is simply life-transforming.

Earlier this year I made a podcast and goal-list to inspire myself to reach higher.  Because things got sour and I had to close out a toxic workplace, I had to wait and see what was going to come into my life in terms of micro work, first.  Now that it has happened and I’m able to project what’s culminating, I can refocus on what I absolutely LOVE TO DO!

First Travel: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

This is going down NEXT WEEK! Spartan Race, meeting with a team member, and a wedding – all within a couple days.  Just booked out! Is it going to be possible to get some entrepreneurial work done while I’m there?! Nonetheless, Malindo Air (and lots of blogs to follow) is on the way.  Stay tuned!

Second Travel: Ho Chi Mihn, Vietnam

I miss Vietnam and the unbelievable friends I have there.  I even met a brilliant Thai speaking national at the airport when were were standing around, incredulously, wondering where the hell our plane was.  Vietnamese Airlines for $121 dollars RT?! Pfft, you crazy.  In America, you can’t go from Los Angeles to Las Vegas without spending $130 minimum.  This is why I emphasize that living in Thailand is so centrally located to everything.  3-4 days in the heart of June!

Third Travel: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia – Spartan Beast + Trifecta Achieved

This might be the most heartwarming and emotional trip ever! Achieving a goal that I set out to achieve in the early stages of last year has to be claimed! Achieving what’s going to be my first trifecta while going through an unbelievably amount of pain, wanting to give up every second of the way is going to be the pinnacle of it all.  The 2005 regional championship race is going to come back when I’m ready to give up, and that’s when the overdrive will takeover.  I’m beyond ecstatic.

Fourth Travel: Bali, Indonesia

I HAVE TO go back to the place that almost made me cry when I left (in a good way).  The banjo playing “la bamba,” serenading at the entrance of the plane almost reduced me to to bawl mode.  From staying at the Sintesa Jimbaran, to meeting a wonderful Australia family at a safari.  This was one of those moments that I will cherish forever – but I need to create more memories by going to UBUD.

Fifth Travel: Hong Kong/Taiwan

It’s a hard choice in between the two, but I need to go to uncharted territory once this year.  I can’t continue going to the same places.  Vietnam and Indonesia was 2016 and Maldives was last year.  I have to keep it going.

New Years – Australia?

And, of course, I’ll have to FINALLY do something good for New Years.  There’s no better place to go then going back to Australia…..but again, this could or could not happen based on my status here in Thailand.

What Would I Tell To My 19-Year-Old-Self? What Do You Really Want.

In the picture was Thanksgiving holidays in 2007.  Yes, I was 19-years-old, taking classes at college and not having a goal in mind whatsoever.  I did make up my mind in terms of Dental Hygiene (which later failed), but what did I truly want?

It’s hard to say going back, but if I had been able to travel for a year, I would’ve gotten a really firm grasp on life at a very early age.  I love going back to my student — Kim Kim — who knows just as much as me at the age of 16.  I didn’t have this at that age.  I was taking Algebra II and worried about a girl name Maria Ventura cheating on me in 10th grade of high school.

The insights and everything I have now in terms of schooling, international schools focusing on the core genius of their students, Finland completely dropping all subjects (just as NIST does here in Bangkok), and so many other things could’ve helped me in terms of making a decision.

If I can tell my young self something, it would be, “get off the god damn games.  You’re living in the age where people are soon to become billionaires and you’re letting it go right past you.”

Myspace in 2004 — Tom took that 41 million + and that was it.  Mark of Facebook stole and idea and now he’s one of the richest men on the planet (that was between 2004-2006).  The internet was not in the embryonic state, but it was already a kindergartner.  The Twitter, Instagram, Uber, Snapchat and dozens of other apps changed the world right around when I was in my dormitory playing God of War.

Those times I complaining about my ex-girlfriend leaving me in the beginning of 2009, there were NO VIDEOS on YouTube in terms of how to deal with breakups.  I didn’t know the Napoleon Hills, Dale Carnegies, Gary Vees of the world.  I had blinders on with my hands out, searching for something that didn’t exist.

Now I’m telling myself that I have no regrets.

But what if?

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Darren Hardy: Chapter 6 – Acceleration

First time I did a Tough Mudder in Melbourne, Australia, I was stoked.  I mean I remember the long drive there, the cool temperatures, the enthusiasts at a pit-stop along the way wearing leggings.  I mean the build up was insane.  My best friend, Joy, was just driving casually; meanwhile, the energy going through my body was unimaginable and I was just tapping my feet nervously while gazing away at the gorgeous green hills.  This was that moment of truth.  This was that moment that everything that had taken place in Thailand would be completely disrupted.  This was Arsenio versus Arsenio.  This was literally gathering up all this embattled pain and hammering it on this course.

Well the race had begun and in the first km, I was gassed. LOL! I built up some momentum with the Big Mo, and around the 6km-8km mark, the race got increasingly fun.  Music was on point, gorgeous Chinese-Australian women everywhere ( just saying – lol), and I was rapping and dancing during one obstacle.

However, when the half-way mark came, the wall came.  The mental barrier.  The wall that goes up in the mind of humanity when you just wanna give up.  .

I recall looking up the hill and seeing these ants sprawled everywhere.  Were they ants? Of course not….they were people straggling off in the distance, going up the goliath that towered over me.  I was terrified and said, “I think it’s time to give up.”

That’s when you hit the wall.  This could be in physical exertion, or just life in general.  That point when your mind says, “enough.”

Another instance was in the south of Thailand at a place called Lan Saka.  I thought it was going to be a mellow and cool bike ride with my neighbors from across the street, but without the proper biking shorts, it turned into a painful haul.  Halfway in it we were going up yet again…..hills.  Hills that didn’t make any sense.  Again, I recall looking up this particular hill and saying, “no, there’s no way I can go up.”

I told the other rider, “mai dai krap.”  Which is a proper way of saying “cannot.” He, with just one hand, began pushing me up this hill.  I was yelling in sheer anger, feeling the absolute burn running through my thighs and I was saying “I CAN’T DO IT!”  He kept saying, “pai! PAI!” Meaning “go! GO!”

I reached the “summit” and there it was….ecstasy showered with pain and laughter.

There is a point at which you “hit the wall” and come face to face with your true inner character. Suddenly, all the projections and ideas you had about yourself are stripped away and you’re left with the naked truth.

“When conditions are great, things are easy, there aren’t any distractions, no one is interrupting, temptations aren’t luring, and nothing is disturbing your stride; that too is when most everyone else does great. It’s not until situations are difficult, when problems come up and temptation is great, that you get to prove your worthiness for progress. As Jim Rohn would say, “Don’t wish it were easier; wish you were better.”
When you hit the wall in your disciplines, routines, rhythms, and consistency, realize that’s when you are separating yourself from your old self, scaling that wall, and finding your new powerful, triumphant, and victorious self.”

Excerpt From: Darren Hardy. “The Compound Effect.” iBooks.

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Lewis Howes: Joker Mask – Part II

“Like many people, I want to avoid being the dark cloud in other people’s lives, so I pretend things are sunny, even when they are obviously not. So I keep things light, or at surface level. I want to talk about other people. I want to focus on other people’s challenges because focusing on my own feels more vulnerable.”

Excerpt From: Lewis Howes. “The Mask of Masculinity.” iBooks.

But when you’re able to spew your problems out and talk to people about them, like Dale Carnegie once said, you’re able to lift all of that off your chest.

If I can look back at the most “depressed” moments of my life, one coming for only 5-minutes back in 2014, it all had to do with my personal feelings and vendetta.  In 2014, I was denied jobs, face-to-face, because of being African American.  I was in the back of a taxi circling around an area of Bangkok (invasive technique taxi drivers do in Bangkok to rake up the meter), and at the given moment I felt like I was just a spec in the world.  I snapped out of it within minutes.

Also, being dismissed in a relationship in 2009 left me in absolute shambles.  It was the darkest cloud hanging over me, simply because it was my first love.  It took two-months to shake it off, but I did and later went to Australia for the first time in my life that summer.

In 2003, I was surely depressed in the latter portion of the year, but this revolved around my mother not having a job, no food in the house, and two girls not wanting anything to do with me.  This developed anger, which I talked about in an earlier podcast/blog, but I ended up getting over it by joining Track & Field – the best sport to join because you can only place blame on yourself.

I really need to tell this story that I read in Dale Carnegie’s ‘How To Stop Worrying And Start Living.’

Mrs. Moon’s Story

In December, a number of years ago, I was engulfed in a feeling of sorrow and self-pity.  After several years of happy married life, I had lost my husband.  As the Christmas holidays approached, my sadness deepened. I had never spent a Christmas alone in all my life; and I dreaded to see this Christmas come.  Friends had invited me to spend Christmas with them.  But I did not feel up to any gaiety.  I knew I would be a wet blanket at any party.  So, I refused their kind invitations.  As Christmas eve approached, I was more and more overwhelmed with self-pity.  True, I should have been thankful for many things, as all of us have many things for which to be thankful.  The day before christmas, I left my office at 3pm in the afternoon and started walking aimlessly on a street, hoping that I might banish my self-pity and melancholy the avenue was jammed with happy crowds — scenes that brought back memories of happy years that were gone.  I just couldn’t bear the thought of going home to a lonely and empty apartment.  I was bewildered.  I didn’t know what to do.  I couldn’t keep the tears back.  After walking aimlessly for an hour or so, I found myself in front of a bus terminal.  I remember that my husband and I had often boarded an unknown bus for adventure, so I boarded the first bus I found at the station.  After cross the Hudson River and riding for some time, I heard the bus conductor say, ‘Last stop, lady.’  I got off.  I didn’t even know the name of the town.  It was a quiet and peaceful little place.  While waiting for the next bus home, I started walking up a residential street.  As I passed a church, I heard the beautiful strains of “Silent Night.” I went in.  The church was empty except for the organist.  I sat down unnoticed in one of the pews.  The lights from the gaily decorated Christmas tree made the decorations seem like myriads of stars dancing in the moonbeams.  The long-drawn cadences of the music — and the fact that I had forget to eat since morning — made me drowsy.  I went to sleep.

When I awoke, there were two small children who had apparently come in to see the Christmas tree.  One said, “I wonder if Santa Claus brought her.”

The children were terrified when I woke up, but I told them I wouldn’t hurt them.  They were poorly dressed.  I asked them where their mother and daddy were.  “We ain’t got no mother and daddy,” they said. They were orphans.  They made me feel ashamed of my sorrow and self-pity.  I went on to buy them food and refreshments, and I banished my depression instantaneously.

See, in the book they would call this “masking a problem,” but I would disagree completely.  This is basically realizing that you have it well.  There has to be a deeper story to why people, of all statuses, commit suicide.  Robin Williams had all the money, a wife, oscars, and everything – but he ultimately killed himself.  So I will ask again: “what is depression?”

“Beneath the jokes is often a sadness or some problem. Behind the mask—no matter how funny or entertaining—is a real person. Psychologist Edward Dreyfus puts it even more directly: “Perhaps we should listen more attentively to those who hide behind the mask of humor. Perhaps we should be asking them to whom do they turn to make them laugh? Perhaps we should spend a little more effort in seeing the person behind the mask.” If we had listened to what Robin Williams was saying behind his mask, I wonder what we would have heard.”

Excerpt From: Lewis Howes. “The Mask of Masculinity.” iBooks.

Maybe people, who are comedians, just love making people laugh for the sake of bringing joy to the world?

“So many comedians/funny people will tell you they grew up feeling hopelessly inadequate, hideously ugly, impossibly fat, meekly small, and direly insignificant. These deep-rooted insecurities are what provided them with a die-hard desire and unrelenting ambition to be seen, respected, and accepted by their peers. Society will accept you for your flaws, so long as you’re funny. Taking on the role as the class clown at school is the ultimate way for the incessantly bullied kid to gain popularity. – Author Zara

Humor becomes the ultimate mask—one that gets you what you’ve always wanted (acceptance) for being the opposite of who you’ve always been (different). Not surprisingly, this detachment from the emotions and the identity hidden behind the mask can have profound effects on relationships, on professional life, and on overall happiness.” – Lewis Howes

Excerpt From: Lewis Howes. “The Mask of Masculinity.” iBooks.

I read this and I just couldn’t relate.  This part of the book is focusing on how bad “comedy” may be.  So someone, like myself, who loves to make someone laugh, is hiding something? Is that it? Absolutely not.  I know that the more we laugh and have those feelings of joy, the more we attract to us more of those feelings that will keep pushing us to a spiritual and joy “high.”

What Robin Williams had was something much more deep-rooted in his childhood.  Kevin Hart, who’s a comedian, had very little when he was growing up.  He used all of the transgressions in the past as comedy today.  He’s not hiding a thing….or so I believe.

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Questions & Answers: How Did I Develop My Strength/What Makes You Different From Your Brother?

Wonderful question came in today from a friend in Japan asking something very deep – something I somewhat covered in my last podcast.  So, here are the questions.

Where do you get your strength from?

I lived in Australia for one year.  I thought I was ostricized by society.  There were days I thought I was depressed and told my housemate, “no one likes me here.”

She retorter, “you have a beautiful personality! Don’t worry about others!”  Of course all I did at the time was watch the secret.  There was no Les Brown, Lisa Nichols, MindValley, Tom Bilyeu, or any of these other entrepreneurs, speakers and massive business titans.  I didn’t know the process in terms of bio-hacking the mind.  So throughout my stint in Australia, I had to learn the hard way.  I had a fair-weather friend named Thayanna who ended up disappearing mid-way through the way.  There was no “best friend” from Arizona, just like  there wasn’t in October of 2014 (later story) and last year.  I then realized throughout everything I experienced in Australia…my mother, with a simple comment, pretty much told me that there was no quitting.

“So you’re complaining about life there? If you come back….then what? I don’t have a place for you to stay.  Tina is living here.  You don’t know what to do.”

Basically I can go on and on about that text message but she pretty much gave me a big “f*** you” and “there’s no room for you at the house anymore.”  It was like the disownment I needed.  The “build your courage now or you’re homeless” type of motivation.  And from then on….I never gave up — and a seed was born within me.

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