If there is one asset to have in life, it seems the best would be confidence. Real confidence, not the cockiness of a death-wish or the excessive and overplayed “charm” (ego) of the extremely-insecure-at-the-core narcissist windbag.
Real confidence. The kind that comes from self-respect and self-esteem that may be shaken on occasion, but never extinguished. The kind that enables seemingly ordinary people to open all sorts of impossible doors and recover from impossible tragedy.
The kind of confidence that simply wafts off of the people that *everyone* wants to know:
Quirky, interesting, and unorthodox...but always classy.
Kind, but never suffers a fool.
An open book...with an air of mystery.
Accomplished, innovative, energetic, always dynamic and on the move; adventures and “all the right people and circumstances” just seem to find these people like they have a f*cking homing beacon. No matter the wacky hijinks that ensue, they always seem to come out smelling like a rose.
Put together and sophisticated, yet entirely down-to-Earth and humble.
Influential: usually have a crowd of admirers who have only good things to say about them & claim the confident person “changed / saved” their lives, sometimes for something as simple as a book recommendation. They always seem to know exactly what to say, to the right person, at the right time.
Never seem to have anything to complain about (or at least, you never hear them complain).