Our plans miscarry
because they have no aim.
When a man does not know
what harbor he is making for,
is the right wind.
No wind is the right wind.
All the money in the world. All the time in the world. Indeed, everything and anything you imagine and think you need, will not help you reach your dreams.
It will keep you wondering the desert for forty years.
Losing weight will not make you happy. Winning a trophy will not make you happy. Becoming rich and famous will not make you happy either. Neither are your financial investments or retirement plans.
Not in the long term anyway.
Thousands of years have passed since the time of Seneca and yet as a human race, we are still spending too much time in the wrong harbor, howling at the wind, desperate and lonely, praying for a miracle.
Dream out loud.
Write it down.
Repeat it again and again, like you have lost your mind.
Draw a plan.
Be very discerning as to where the wind blows. Quit all movements that will take you away from where you want to be.
Wait for your wind.
Open your sails.
Be grateful and begin the long journey towards your harbor, without compromise.