positioning

i’ve been called it all.

but my favourite is kiss ass.


it’s easy to throw a simple label without actually understanding positioning

and where one simply stands in himself

and the reflection of status in his environment.


look, it’s hard to grasp a concept

when you actually don’t know the facts.


so i shall ask,


what do you know about having peer to peer contact with authority?


what do you know about treating management not as villains

but as people that go through the exact same things as we do?


have you heard of opportunity?

do you know what it feels like to put yourself out there

with your chest out and back straight?


to understand the systems in which we work

and the probability of luck and risk?


now what is a risk?

how does one become lucky?

do you understand how risk and luck intertwine with each other?


well let me explain it.


luck isn’t magic.

it’s positioning meeting preparation.


risk isn’t recklessness.

it’s calculated exposure.


when you step forward with your chest out and your back straight,

you are not guaranteeing applause.


you are increasing surface area.


and surface area is everything.


you want luck?

be seen.


you want opportunity?

be in rooms where decisions are made.


you want movement?

stop pretending neutrality is humility.


taking risks backed by ultimate self trust

does not guarantee an outcome.


it guarantees growth in probability.


every time you speak up,

every time you volunteer,

every time you align yourself with people who can elevate you —


you widen the funnel.


most people call that kissing ass.


i call it understanding leverage.


because here’s the truth:


management are not gods.

they are nodes in a system.


and systems reward visibility, reliability, and initiative.


if you position yourself peer to peer,

you are not shrinking.


you are signaling competence.


risk plus self belief equals increased odds.


increased odds equals higher probability of opportunity.


higher probability of opportunity equals what people call luck.


so no, i don’t chase favor.


i study positioning.


i don’t worship authority.


i understand hierarchy.


and i don’t beg for opportunity.


i place myself where it statistically finds me.


call it what you want.


i call it playing the board correctly.


— Mr. Mak


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