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You are not the best because you don't want to be the best.

Recently, I sought after a challenge, I sought after something which would take hours of my time, for one reason. I wanted to be better. At first, all that came out of it was realizing that perhaps I wasn't better. I was discouraged. I was made belief that some people are just better at that. However, it was then I remembered this article I read, at Cube of M.

http://blog.cubeofm.com/your-high-iq-will-kill-your-startup

It really isn't about how smart you are anymore. I remembered that one line...
"The only way to be successful then would be to gain a slight advantage over them - I had to work and train harder than they did, I had to get to know more people than they did, I had to learn more about more things that they did."

You are better. You can become greater. It's all about how hard you try, and how much you really want it. Because sometimes, you may think you do, but deep inside, you have already pre-set your mindset to believe you can't do it, that you can't get there, and that will stop you.

Psychologically, I always come to wonder, as everyone else questions time and time again, is it nature, or nurture? And I always seem to go back to my psychology presentations, for the same reason. Explaining social behavior.

It is truly important that we "understand" our own abilities. That we know how good we are. And so I leave you with these two definitions:

Fixed Mindset: set amount of ability that we cannot change

Growth Mindset: abilities are malleable (changeable) qualities that we can cultivate and grow.


It's all about the growth mindset to me, because you can change who you are, so long as you can try hard enough. You may be intelligent. But its those who try hard enough that differentiate themselves from the pack.

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