We’ve all had those times in life where we wanted something so badly, that we could taste it, feel it, or hear it. You know what I’m talking about. It could be the girl of your dreams, the car of your dreams or just that dream job you’ve always wanted. One thing is for sure, we all have been there.
When it comes to wanting things really badly, the word that comes to my head is ‘desperation’.
From my experience, nothing drives a goal further away from you as desperation.
It’s kind of funny though that some schools of thoughts equate being desperate about a goal, or wanting it so badly, is showing the universe or God how serious you are about that goal or objective.
I personally think not. It is my experience that wanting something so badly, or being desperate about it only leads to one making the wrong decisions. You aren’t making decisions from the flow, or from joy or gratitude. No Way! When you are in a state of desperation, you are almost on the verge of feeling hopeless, or giving up completely (in a negative sense).
Here’s my friend’s account of his experiences after leaving university and in desperate need of money and support, and how he overcomes the challenges using the power of letting go:
” I was so desperate for money once, I almost got myself into a money laundering ring. The circumstances were interesting as I look back in retrospect. It’s almost as if some force was driving me to make the wrong decisions through financial desperation. Let me go further into details.
My girlfriend of four years at the time had broken up with me, saying that she needed ‘space’ at first, giving no obvious reason. When I look back, that was meant to protect me from the fact that she had met someone else who suited her material needs at the time. Note that we were both university students at the time.
So one month turned into three months, and then she begun to drop tidbits about the fact that she had started dating again, by hinting to me that I should start seeing other people. I told her no worries, as I’m in the process of seeking employment, so I’ll put that on the back burner.
I was a fairly decent lad at the time, not worrying much about money, and material things. My main concerns were keeping my mind, body and spirit active and positively engaged in beneficial pursuits.
What turned me to the ‘dark side’ was the call I received that fateful day from my then girlfriend who only wanted ‘space’. She called me explaining that she’ll be sending me some pictures of here with a new hairdo. I was like cool, because she knew I liked her haircuts short. So she sent me the pictures via email, and I saw her in this car; it was a really sexy drop top beetle. I thought …