According to the law of attraction everything you desire is
within your reach. You just have to make your intent clear, ‘put it out there’
and wait for the universe to grant your wish. I myself am not convinced. There definitely is a certain power to
optimism and positive thoughts, simply because it changes how you interact with
the world, not because it is magic. If you start your day off with the words “Today
is going to be a great day, and I am awesome” your body language will change,
you will be friendlier and more inviting, people will respond to you in a
different way than to the guy who had a breakfast of “I am not worthy, and
nobody likes me”, but do I believe you will get that dream house in Tuscany
simply because I spoke the words aloud...no I don’t. These two fellows may
experience existence in two very different ways but no matter how
glass half full/half empty you are, life will inevitably happen. I myself am
more of a purist when it comes to spiritual growth, I believe in baptism
through fire, only through suffering are we moulded, purged of what we once
were if you will. I don’t know if I can handle the responsibility of being so
completely in charge of my existence that everything I desire is just a thought
away, because you see not all my thoughts are angelic, not even close.
When I was a teenager, for some reason I will never
understand, my parents bought a rooster. At first I didn’t think anything of it, it was just a
bird, how bad could it be? The answer is
terrible, horrible, the worst; I hated that bird so much. This rooster believed
that the sun did in fact only rise because he crowed it into existence, and
just to make sure he didn’t disappoint the world he would start warming up his
majestic voice at 3’o clock every morning. We had a big yard so if he had just
stuck to the far corners of the garden, the two of us may have been friends,
but that is not what he did. People think animals are not malicious or prone to
evil...those people didn’t meet that rooster. He had it in for me. My room was
far from his cage, a “Groot Trek” in chicken steps, yet every morning three o’
clock he would come and sit on my window sill and make weird noises. I even convinced myself that I heard him
tapping on my window. It was torture. I get incredibly grumpy when I want to
sleep and something makes noise...incredibly grumpy. The worst part is no one
believed me. I would call my parents to come and listen to the noises he made,
but whenever they would enter my room, he would jump of the sill and hide,
making me look like a crazy person with unnecessary chicken hate. As soon as they left he would be there again,
making horrible throat noises and giving me the finger. He did this every
single day. I hated that bird, and I am going to admit it I wanted it to
die...and it did. His death is still under suspicion, but I give you my word
that I did not physically do anything to cause his demise. I was taking an
afternoon nap, because I was so tired from being kept awake for most of the
night. I remember smiling as I dreamt of how the chicken drowned, I indulged in
that dream. I replayed it over and over again in my head, “Die Chicken DIE!!!”
I just woke up when my brother burst into my room with a weird smile on his
face: “What did you do?” he smirked. I had no idea what he was talking about so
I just ignored him. “The chicken has drowned” he told me. I would be lying if I
said I was sad, I was equal parts confused and ecstatic...my enemy was
defeated.
Maybe it is because I am a little sceptical that I still don’t
have that house in Tuscany, and maybe it is because I believe in baptism
through fire, I have to be baptised by fire. Maybe everything I have ever
wanted really is only word away, but so far, the only thing I have managed to
do when it comes to the law of attraction...was kill a chicken.
Be careful what you wish for.
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