The Secret and Rich dad poor dad. How those books impacted my life in reality after 10 years.

At the age of 20, I read the book The Secret and Rich Dad and Poor Dad. I learned to be determined, to learn, to take risks, to move forward with confidence, to be positive. I studied hundreds of books about money and hundreds of books about people and their psychology. The outcome? Damn it! After so many years of struggle, I found myself at the same level as most. With the same problems as the majority and I understood that only in my mind I was superior to everyone and I knew unique information that many do not know. I worked like 10 and brought results like half a man. I am a ridiculous example of an arrogant man who thought he possessed the truth. Let me tell you how I was before these books and how I became after. Before these books I was a leaf in the wind. I went with the herd, finished a good college, worked at a crappy job like most people did. I had many friends, many twisted relationships, I believed in love. After these books I started to do everything with intention. I started to study the art of seduction so that I no longer suffer as a fool and be lied to by everyone. I started fasting and lost 20 kg. I started going to the gym. I started saving money, I started buying expensive and quality clothes. I started watching documentaries and reading more books. I started doing extracurricular courses. I started to believe in my dream of having my own business. I started to realize that the money I was making was not enough. I began to understand that the people around me did not support me enough. I started to leave people behind and change my country. I started to focus massively on raising money. I started aggressively to learn more and to attend internationally renowned faculties. I started wanting to be promoted at work. I started running with ambition and wanting more and more. I started to choose people carefully and quickly break away from them. I started to make myself a titan woman. But what do you think? Life gave me a brick in the head that shook my whole vision of life. After I gave 300% all my energy and thought that the day would come when I could look in the mirror with pride that I succeeded, I suffered a misfortune. I lost my job. I lost my relationship. I lost my confidence in myself. I lost my friends. I lost control. I lost my energy. I buried myself in fear. A total paralysis engulfed me. Against this I went madly forward because that’s how I had learned in the past that I had to proceed. I opened a transport business in which I believed 300% and lost a lot of money. I brought my depressed partner and I fell once with my dream. I fell once with confidence in my path. I totally believed and totally lost. I totally worked and totally lost. What’s more, I worsened my health condition and followed almost 2 years of terrible pain, operations and torment. I thought that was enough for me. I thought that I would remain paralyzed and that I would have to return to my parents and completely give up everything that I wanted to become. I’m fine though. I’m physically fine, but emotionally I’m on the ground. I am totally squeezed by my own dreams, ambitions and failures. I don’t even have anyone to blame but myself and my foolish plans to succeed in doing something that life may consider not for me. I think so because otherwise why would I have had so many barriers if I was meant for this. Is living intentionally more painful than living in the wind? I am the result of my own trap. I am the man who set out to reach a healthy goal and missed. Now I am learning to integrate my failure and see what philosophies I will adopt to conquer life and convince it that I deserve the best. I will make love with life until it opens the doors of its heart to me and shares the fruits with me.