English / 12.01.2020 / 3356

Where do we store the energy?

Nikolay Mokhov, author from the Dark Side of Business

— How do you gather the energy?" - readers have been asking this question for four years. And recently we couldn't stand it and responded with a little sarcasm:

- Excuse me, but where are you going to store it? — we wrote in the chat.

"Mmmmm..." the person responded. And then we gave in to memories and fantasies:

— There was an article somewhere... Something about an energy piggy bank… Maybe an energy bath?...

Let's note something. Let's just note that when it comes to discussing who drained someone's energy, who's a vampire, and who dominates, people love that. There is no practical use in such discussions. Describing the past victories of strangers, we do not move anywhere in the present. A wide man said: the war for the past is pointless… And so the question "How and who gained energy?" is secondary to the question — "Where do we keep it?".

Energy holes in what? Where? To have holes you need a vessel from which the liquid will flow out. However, if there is no vessel, then there is no place for holes to appear

Here is an example. There was a talented businessman. He sells well and closes deals for huge amounts. At the same time, he never has money. He sells something for millions, and in a couple of months he has to ask friends to lend him some money. Everyone has seen such examples. You just need to look more closely. Some might need to look in the mirror.

And how many stories about rogues who pulled off scams, and after years, became beggars? And don't talk about karma. We are discussing a simple physical law. Money is energy. If there is no place to store money, then a person will never become rich. And there will be constant problems with energy. No matter how much one got in the moment, if there is nothing to hold it in - the rain of gold passes, the water soaks into the ground, and the wind carries the gold dust away… And there is nothing left. Drought. Emptiness. And the cabbage doesn’t grow.

And then I heard a song: "I just have energy holes, I need to close them...

From the heading

Brasileiro

His fingers were freezing from the cold. Gauntlets over the gloves, winter boots… None of this protected him from the harsh wind. The arctic ocean is nearby. Is that where the wind is blowing from?

— Brasileiro, why did you get distracted? Hook it up... — commanded the crew chief. He was making sure that the workers were quick at hanging the fish to dry.

Brasileiro looked at the cod with hatred. Cod, cod, cod... Those who never lived in northern Europe would not understand the significance of this fish. It would be shocking to find out that in the second half of the 20th century, there were three times when Iceland was ready to start a war with England over codfish.

Don’t You Worry, Dear, You’re Tripping

There are hallucinations that we join in on. And there are those that we walk past. And there are people who hallucinate, but don’t want to share their world — we call them schizophrenics. Schizophrenics are outsiders in our hallucinogenic world. We’re not going to talk about them today. We’re going to talk about the leaders of the hallucinogenic world.

Whetstone for attention

— So the secret to success is to be in the right place at the right time?" - Someone asked in the Dark Side chat. How can I comment on this? Let me tell you about a multi-million dollar deal I once made. I'm not telling the story to show off as the money was already spent for parties in the city a long time ago — there is nothing to brag about. I'm telling the story to illustrate one principle.

So, here is the story. At a restaurant in Moscow, there was this construction businessman, his PR guy, and me. I had already handed over a report on my work. I was having some coffee, meanwhile listening to them discussing the promotion of business operations abroad.

Rule of Thumb

For many years, we on the Dark Side have been repeating the same advice to our female readers: if you want to woo a man, just give him the scarcest commodity of the modern world – a compliment. The ladies nod in response. They tense their facial muscles and hiss something approving through their teeth, but they can never keep it up. Invariably they end up flinging mud and criticism at their beloved, and with passion at that. And then these fair ladies stroll through their respective cities and see a striking picture...