The Millionaire’s Mindset:: (What do you say to yourself?)

Do you tell yourself ‘No’? That it can’t be done? That you are inadequate? For the task? The job at hand? Well, you are right.

Do you tell yourself ‘Yes’? That it can be done? That you are good enough? Maybe, excellent at getting the job done? Again, you are right.

For we become what we tell ourselves. What we only allow ourselves to be. What we permit ourselves to be.

This, then, is the difference between those who can’t and those who can. The cowardly and the bold. The naysayers and the adventurers. The poor and the millionaire.

For while the poor man curses, blaming everyone for his present circumstances – the government, his parents, his employer, his landlord…

The millionaire tarries not, for he looks inwards. He says to himself, “This can be done.” And affirming himself so, he asks that million-dollar question: “How can it be done?”

If he lacks the skill-set for getting the job done, he gets another with the requisite skill-set. If he lacks the resources, he convinces others to put their money into the project.

The millionaire’s faith is unshakeable. He is all grit, all getting down to business. Getting things done. He levels mountains. He fills up oceans. He tells his story boldly, with conviction… and the world hears him. The world bends to his will.

And so, we have cars and planes and ships and railroads and banks and nations… for there were those with the millionaire’s mindset who made all these possible. Your choice – I can, I can’t. Either way, they say – You are right.

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