Knowing, Half The Battle

I always reflect on the famous laments of our past lives. And in this life I was but a mere child quoting a simple television program; "Knowing Is Half The Battle." And just what does this elude to? Does it elude to knowledge being power? Or perhaps the fact that if one had the knowledge they would be much better off to make executive decisions in life? Perhaps in matters of the heart if we only knew just a bit more conclusive information we would be considerably better off? When every relationship feels like an uphill battle where does it appear that we took a wrong turn?

There are many theories as to what it is that knowing being half of the battle could be indicative of. My theory is that if we were just a little bit more confident in ourselves that we would be a little bit further ahead of others in the same firing line. We could be able to take better aim at our target and reach it more successfully if we have the right tool to do so. Oddly enough we are all balanced to the same proportions but leverage quite differently. The balance that I am talking about is the ability to generate enough self-confidence to filter out any inhibitions to go after just what it is that we have been desiring and to capture its attention the manner which graciously benefits our expectations. Take for example the difference between women and men.

If a man walks into a bar he hardly notices the other men in the room. Perhaps he might take an off glance as to ensure whether or not his fellow kind are friend or foe but never as competitors. Now this is the typical rule. There are a small segment of men that will scope out the landscape but they are the exception and should be avoided altogether. For purposes intended lets take a look at this average male. He walks into a bar and if its women he is after his mission begins. He scans the room to see what the evening's offerings are. He then sidles up to a potential bed mate skillfully. If something should blossom further in the evening beyond the initial mission then delightfully so however its not the task at hand. And as he makes his target appointed he takes shape. Whether its the slick, the stoic, the friendly guy or any other sad act he begins the dance. And just like that his interaction begins. Now I am not insinuating that is always this simple; it might take him a few attempts to conjure his energy level and alcohol intake level to the necessary pinnacle before he does this but the overall resultant blend is that he is completely unaware of any other man in the room when he is doing this. Sure if the female happens to be accompanied one would hope the man would show his acknowledgement to the masculine code of ethics but again this is on an exception basis as well. Nonetheless he is not at all concerned of the ramifications of a better looking, better built or better dressed man in his midst shadowing over his evening's feed. He is completely confident; and that is both power and knowledge. He could honestly care less who might overshadow him because he has a predatory instinct and no fear; he is fully confident that he is invincible.

Now onto the other side of the coin. The female philosophy; that we are beautiful creatures until we realize that there might be someone with a slight bit more than we can offer and we quickly curtail our enthusiasm. We cower down and set our expectation bar considerably lower. Instead of locking eyes with someone we want we transition quickly to a lower standard and playfully negotiate with our conscience that we are not worthy of what we desire. We end up skipping out on the desired and quickly surrender to bowels of our self-confidence and end our nights with lackluster, disrespectful, inebriated minions of our expectation. We travel home with our friends only mildly happy that he asked us for our contact information and hope that nothing further than a few pleasant text messages will be exchanged before you have to style him for the new millennium and send him to the dentist for cosmetic surgery. We know deep down in our souls that the ones we want are never the ones we end up with. We sequester our thoughts, caucus with our closest friends trying to determine where our design flaw is. We never reach the conclusion and we ultimately fail. But if we had just taken a lesson from our male friends who are out there getting what they want we could easily comprehend the error of our ways.........a complete and total lack of confidence.

Our futures seem bright if we omit the lack of confidence from our diets; get dressed and step out onto a fair and level playing field where we are all equal. Emit self-confidence that we are the most beautiful, successful and intelligent women with so much to offer the man of our desires with little expectation other than a simple introduction than we can do anything. The time is now to bulk up. Put down the magnetized hand mirror, stop staring at the almost invisible beauty mark on your face, step down from the bathroom scale and grab hold of your self-confidence. Stand up for yourself and affirm that you are as amazing as all of your friends and family say you are and its high time the man you have been inconspicuously making bedroom eyes with know just what he needs.....is you. And knowing that is half the battle.