I read the Secret when I was in the 9th grade and I remember feeling all pumped up and excited; I felt liberated, the possibilities were endless and everything seemed beautiful. And then, life happened. I won’t lie and say that this sudden revelation slipped into oblivion; more like, my excitement over discovering the ultimate truth of life shadowed everything else. My ingrained beliefs about the limited sources in this world, the ideas and thoughts that had been with me for such a long time, got mixed up with my releasing revelations to yield a bittersweet reality - A reality that showed me a taste of what could be and shoved a whole load of junk in the form of why I couldn’t have what I wanted. In other words, it was not enough. And by it, I mean the empowering and inspiring words of truth that had hinted at my true nature to me, which was just the stepping stone , for greater clarity. What I did was treat the truth as a tool that would he...