It is difficult to demonstrate empirically the difference that perseverance makes in one life, because ultimately the comparisons one makes are mostly relative, between different people doing similar things.
Despite this, over a lifetime, it becomes quite obvious that people who possess the determination to persevere invariably perform better in pretty much every aspect of life. So much so that if one could pick attributes o fB character, I would always choose perseverance over high IQ.
High IQ on its own can in fact be counterproductive beyond a certain point that is roughly around the 130 mark. It has in fact been shown statistically that people in the 150 mark tend to be less successful economically and influentially than people in the 120-130 zone.
120-130 IQ is considered smart by the average person but remains relatable. Beyond that, the smarts begin to delve into realms of thinking and processing that are simply not accessible to the average person, so they begin to feel unease at the 150 IQ person. Unable to track their processes, even when these succeed, the effects look like random madness, weird luck, or some kind of supernatural magic to the normie; and this breeds discomfort in them. As it would if you were dealing with a person whose actions and thinking you simply can’t understand. Even if they are benevolent, you hardly ever can tell if that’s a front or how when or what may cause their behaviour to change. That unpredictability, breeds a sense of unease and fear. Unconscious though it may be most times, it still has a real effect on the social interactions and hence ultimately all sorts of consequences. The result is that, as I said, high IQ on its own is not as indicative of a healthy and happy existence as you might assume.
Perseverance however, lets even mediocre persons achieve things that you might have assumed were out of their reach. The simple act of persevering is how you learn to walk, talk, and learn to read, write and so on. Those who naturally understand that persevering at a task is generally a positive will invariably have better results overall.
Those who also find the sometimes elusive balance of persevering in a task but not necessarily in the same way all the time will generally also outperform those with mere perseverance, if they commit to a long term goal, which is paradoxically harder for them due to their more active imagination.
A simple minded but persevering individual will normally go further in a chosen career than an imaginative one that lacks staying power, but sometimes will also do better than a persevering one with too much imagination.
The ideal combination of high IQ and perseverance is hard to pin down at times, but generally, Insee the main lack in others to be a weak level of perseverance. Especially in the younger generations, this is very important to instil, and I do think it is a teachable skill. It tends to be built on progressive successes and an older or more experienced person showing them that perseverance pays off. It is a generally lacking attribute in humans, so I probably notice when I do encounter it more than most, and it is an inspiring thing to see in a young person.
Saturday I spent the whole day trying to unblock a clogged up drain. Sylvester loyally stood beside me and helped with whatever scheme I came up with. Feeding long metal cables of increasing diameter down the tube didn’t work. Ramming them down the pipe didn’t dislodge much either. Not even when we added a water hose, and the drain was completely blocked for most of the time. We dug down to where the blockage was thinking the pipe might be damaged but the prospect of opening up a large enough work space made the idea seem quite inefficient.
I built a kind oh harpoon head onto the metal cables and we used that for a time and small bits of suds started to come out and a trickle of water started to flow intermittently. This proved the pipe was not crushed, or at least not fully, so it motivated me to continue. I then built a second harpoon like head out of a piece of pipe and we rammed that with a steel cable for hour. Eventually at 11pm we gave up with enough water flowing that a hose down the pipe would not flood back, but I knew the problem was not solved as I could not get the metal cable to go from one end to the other.
The alien penetrator MK II
Overnight, exhausted, after I showered and ate for the first time since I had woken that day, fourteen hours earlier, I passed out on the couch for an hour then went up to bed for a few more and was up again early in the morning. The solution had come to me. Bolt together enough reinforcing bars I had lying around the farm to ram them from one end to the other as a stiff bar instead of a more flexible metal cable. And this I did while Sylvester packed his things for his trip back. The dozen metre long cleaning rod went through from one end to the other but didn’t dislodge the blockage. So I drilled a couple of holes in the tip of the first reinforcing bar, built a little piece of pipe with holes in it and then, pushed the long rod through again and secured the piece of pipe on the end of it; reaching down into the inspection chamber with my head and one arm just enough so I could push a nail through the drilled holes the use a pliers to bend it so it was secured.
Dragging that contraption back and forth and adding the water hose finally did it and lumps of solidified suds finally came out.
I then left the alien probe tied to a metal cable in the pipe. If it blocks again I just have to drag it through and its flared spined head will clear anything out.
Sylvester had worked alongside me the night before without any complaint and at times, when my own energy and inflamed elbow acted up, encouraged us to keep going, as did I when he got tired. It was a perfect example of men working together at a difficult problem. They spur each other on. In the morning he had a long drive and then a business meeting, so getting “blocked drain dirty” was not an option but he still helped as he could by looking over things or holding my legs so I wouldn’t fall fully into the inspection chamber while I tried to secure the attachment on the rod tip inside the drain.
When it finally cleared, just before he had to leave, he admitted he didn’t think I would clear the drain before he left. But I know he understood the power of perseverance, as well as being a little flexible in the approach. That sort of simple but a little disheartening event is what forms experiences that make one grasp at a visceral level the importance of perseverance.
I was predisposed to it from birth as far back as I recall, but I also know my dad had an influence in that he tends to persevere even beyond the realms of sanity at times. Hopefully I learnt to be a bit more flexible in approach, even if I see that my kids at times think I am crazy. But the first step is perseverance. Flexibility of approach comes later. First dig a hole and fill a hole a few hundred times, then we worry about the why and the how later.
Having a high IQ and a low tolerance for humans in general has allowed me to more or less succeed at doing what I wanted where I wanted, with who I wanted, most of my life. It is only now with small children and over the half century mark that I am applying myself to what might be termed “long term success”, for the sake of my family. Prior to that my perseverance was limited to personal pursuits like martial arts, hypnosis, my delving into various philosophies and ideologies out of curiosity, my studying of history, and so on, but these were all things I could run in parallel to my working life with little or no interference. I have chanced not just jobs but entire careers multiple times, have left jobs on the spur of the moment when an idiot “in charge” acted in ways I found unacceptable, and made everyone I worked for more money than they expect me to make them, without exception, even when I left out of the blue, I made sure I had achieved more than I had been contracted to do. And if they left me alone to get on with it, I usually performed beyond all expectations.
It is an interesting process to switch my perseverance from the imperative of protecting my personal, internal mostly, but also external freedom, to put it in service of building something that hopefully can withstand the ravages of time and be a base for my children, and in other words, be a basis for their freedom to be protected. It is not particularly difficult to do, just different and there are some different approaches to learn, but it’s a fairly easy process.
Anyway, my point is, if you survived the generic serums, the constant brainwashing directed at you from every platform in the West, the lies you were raised on, by people who for the most part bought the lies themselves too, the intentional deceit related to money and its creation and accumulation, the general injustice on Earth, maybe even the lies you were told about Catholicism and the current fake Novus Orco Church of Moloch, well… good.
You passed the initiation. You can now begin to become one of the people who knows the importance of perseverance.
The Importance of Perseverance
It is difficult to demonstrate empirically the difference that perseverance makes in one life, because ultimately the comparisons one makes are mostly relative, between different people doing similar things.
Despite this, over a lifetime, it becomes quite obvious that people who possess the determination to persevere invariably perform better in pretty much every aspect of life. So much so that if one could pick attributes o fB character, I would always choose perseverance over high IQ.
High IQ on its own can in fact be counterproductive beyond a certain point that is roughly around the 130 mark. It has in fact been shown statistically that people in the 150 mark tend to be less successful economically and influentially than people in the 120-130 zone.
120-130 IQ is considered smart by the average person but remains relatable. Beyond that, the smarts begin to delve into realms of thinking and processing that are simply not accessible to the average person, so they begin to feel unease at the 150 IQ person. Unable to track their processes, even when these succeed, the effects look like random madness, weird luck, or some kind of supernatural magic to the normie; and this breeds discomfort in them. As it would if you were dealing with a person whose actions and thinking you simply can’t understand. Even if they are benevolent, you hardly ever can tell if that’s a front or how when or what may cause their behaviour to change. That unpredictability, breeds a sense of unease and fear. Unconscious though it may be most times, it still has a real effect on the social interactions and hence ultimately all sorts of consequences. The result is that, as I said, high IQ on its own is not as indicative of a healthy and happy existence as you might assume.
Perseverance however, lets even mediocre persons achieve things that you might have assumed were out of their reach. The simple act of persevering is how you learn to walk, talk, and learn to read, write and so on. Those who naturally understand that persevering at a task is generally a positive will invariably have better results overall.
Those who also find the sometimes elusive balance of persevering in a task but not necessarily in the same way all the time will generally also outperform those with mere perseverance, if they commit to a long term goal, which is paradoxically harder for them due to their more active imagination.
A simple minded but persevering individual will normally go further in a chosen career than an imaginative one that lacks staying power, but sometimes will also do better than a persevering one with too much imagination.
The ideal combination of high IQ and perseverance is hard to pin down at times, but generally, Insee the main lack in others to be a weak level of perseverance. Especially in the younger generations, this is very important to instil, and I do think it is a teachable skill. It tends to be built on progressive successes and an older or more experienced person showing them that perseverance pays off. It is a generally lacking attribute in humans, so I probably notice when I do encounter it more than most, and it is an inspiring thing to see in a young person.
Saturday I spent the whole day trying to unblock a clogged up drain. Sylvester loyally stood beside me and helped with whatever scheme I came up with. Feeding long metal cables of increasing diameter down the tube didn’t work. Ramming them down the pipe didn’t dislodge much either. Not even when we added a water hose, and the drain was completely blocked for most of the time. We dug down to where the blockage was thinking the pipe might be damaged but the prospect of opening up a large enough work space made the idea seem quite inefficient.
I built a kind oh harpoon head onto the metal cables and we used that for a time and small bits of suds started to come out and a trickle of water started to flow intermittently. This proved the pipe was not crushed, or at least not fully, so it motivated me to continue. I then built a second harpoon like head out of a piece of pipe and we rammed that with a steel cable for hour. Eventually at 11pm we gave up with enough water flowing that a hose down the pipe would not flood back, but I knew the problem was not solved as I could not get the metal cable to go from one end to the other.
Overnight, exhausted, after I showered and ate for the first time since I had woken that day, fourteen hours earlier, I passed out on the couch for an hour then went up to bed for a few more and was up again early in the morning. The solution had come to me. Bolt together enough reinforcing bars I had lying around the farm to ram them from one end to the other as a stiff bar instead of a more flexible metal cable. And this I did while Sylvester packed his things for his trip back. The dozen metre long cleaning rod went through from one end to the other but didn’t dislodge the blockage. So I drilled a couple of holes in the tip of the first reinforcing bar, built a little piece of pipe with holes in it and then, pushed the long rod through again and secured the piece of pipe on the end of it; reaching down into the inspection chamber with my head and one arm just enough so I could push a nail through the drilled holes the use a pliers to bend it so it was secured.
Dragging that contraption back and forth and adding the water hose finally did it and lumps of solidified suds finally came out.
I then left the alien probe tied to a metal cable in the pipe. If it blocks again I just have to drag it through and its flared spined head will clear anything out.
Sylvester had worked alongside me the night before without any complaint and at times, when my own energy and inflamed elbow acted up, encouraged us to keep going, as did I when he got tired. It was a perfect example of men working together at a difficult problem. They spur each other on. In the morning he had a long drive and then a business meeting, so getting “blocked drain dirty” was not an option but he still helped as he could by looking over things or holding my legs so I wouldn’t fall fully into the inspection chamber while I tried to secure the attachment on the rod tip inside the drain.
When it finally cleared, just before he had to leave, he admitted he didn’t think I would clear the drain before he left. But I know he understood the power of perseverance, as well as being a little flexible in the approach. That sort of simple but a little disheartening event is what forms experiences that make one grasp at a visceral level the importance of perseverance.
I was predisposed to it from birth as far back as I recall, but I also know my dad had an influence in that he tends to persevere even beyond the realms of sanity at times. Hopefully I learnt to be a bit more flexible in approach, even if I see that my kids at times think I am crazy. But the first step is perseverance. Flexibility of approach comes later. First dig a hole and fill a hole a few hundred times, then we worry about the why and the how later.
Having a high IQ and a low tolerance for humans in general has allowed me to more or less succeed at doing what I wanted where I wanted, with who I wanted, most of my life. It is only now with small children and over the half century mark that I am applying myself to what might be termed “long term success”, for the sake of my family. Prior to that my perseverance was limited to personal pursuits like martial arts, hypnosis, my delving into various philosophies and ideologies out of curiosity, my studying of history, and so on, but these were all things I could run in parallel to my working life with little or no interference. I have chanced not just jobs but entire careers multiple times, have left jobs on the spur of the moment when an idiot “in charge” acted in ways I found unacceptable, and made everyone I worked for more money than they expect me to make them, without exception, even when I left out of the blue, I made sure I had achieved more than I had been contracted to do. And if they left me alone to get on with it, I usually performed beyond all expectations.
It is an interesting process to switch my perseverance from the imperative of protecting my personal, internal mostly, but also external freedom, to put it in service of building something that hopefully can withstand the ravages of time and be a base for my children, and in other words, be a basis for their freedom to be protected. It is not particularly difficult to do, just different and there are some different approaches to learn, but it’s a fairly easy process.
Anyway, my point is, if you survived the generic serums, the constant brainwashing directed at you from every platform in the West, the lies you were raised on, by people who for the most part bought the lies themselves too, the intentional deceit related to money and its creation and accumulation, the general injustice on Earth, maybe even the lies you were told about Catholicism and the current fake Novus Orco Church of Moloch, well… good.
You passed the initiation. You can now begin to become one of the people who knows the importance of perseverance.
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