Holy shit man,
how old are you?
Are you 4 or are you 40?
Because right now you’re a disgrace to yourself.
Tippy toeing around your potential,
taking one step forward,
one mile back.
Because you’re scared you’re going to fail?
The stench of your fear is attracting every mediocre asshole in a ten mile radius.
And they will bring their poison to your party,
lacing your drinks with their warnings,
until you lose the last bit of courage,
living like a little bitch,
part of their pack of average.
TERRIFIED OF YOURSELF.
When the truth is that you’ve simply stopped believing in yourself.
At some stage you decided that somebody else knows you better than you know yourself.
You figure that since they have some piece of paper,
they should have mastery over YOUR life!
You stopped thinking for yourself as your thoughts continuously defied what they told you.
And they kept saying it’s impossible.
NO MOTHERFUCKER – IT’S IMPOSSIBLE FOR THEM!
Because they don’t have the DRIVE,
to do WHATEVER IT TAKES,
for AS LONG AS IT TAKES,
until it’s DONE!!!
And right now,
neither do you.
You’ve become soft putty in their hands and they’re sculpting you into another little minion in service to the machine.
How does that feel?
Knowing that you’ve given away all your power?
That you’ve been doped into believing the lies?
That you’ve BLENDED.
Right now, I’m swallowing vomit just thinking about what that must feel like for you.
And I do.
I’ve been where you are.
And it was excruciatingly painful.
Except, clearly you’re still not hurting enough.
Because you’re doing JACK SHIT to turn your life around.
So tell me this:
When did you turn traitor to yourself?
When did you stop trusting yourself?
When did you think that you’re too much to handle?
Even for yourself????
You think your passion is going to burn you out??
Are you fucking kidding me?!
You think your drive to push harder is going to break you?
You think your standards of excellence is what’s causing you to fail?
You think your hunger is what’s causing people to abandon you?
Instead you choose to abandon yourself!
You choose to literally cut off your best parts,
because they say it’s over the top,
and you wonder why the hell, when you’re all alone, it feels as though you’re dying!!
Like an organ that gets rejected by the body,
you’re rotting from the inside out.
And all the distraction,
all the booze,
all the food,
all the sex in the world is not going to have you feeling aThrive!
I know this is not what you want to hear.
And maybe you’re already more successful than most of the people around you,
in which case I’m going to tell you,
it’s time to surround yourself with new people!
I know there comes a time when every high achiever finds themselves on the floor.
Feeling like they just fucking can’t anymore.
Where they have lost all faith.
And it feels like their will to fight has left the building.
It’s in these times that everyone we supposedly trust,
because we must have done it wrong if we got to this point,
tells us to slow down.
To be gentle on ourselves.
To rest a little longer.
To let them take care of us,
as we can no longer take care of ourselves.
Please, for the love of tits,
understand that this will KILL YOU.
The question I keep asking myself is:
Does this feel empowering????
Does it feel empowering to say that you can’t do it?
Does it feel empowering to crawl up into their laps and have them rock you to sleep?
Does it feel empowering to wait for someone to tell you what to do???
It sure as hell doesn’t to me.
I CHOOSE TO FUCKING BELIEVE IN MYSELF!
I break down.
I break through.
And then I access a new layer of strength inside of me.
I GET MY OWN ARSE UP OFF THE FLOOR AND I TAKE ONE STEP FORWARD.
It doesn’t even matter how wonky that step is.
It doesn’t matter if I fall again.
The only thing that matters,
is that I know where the hell I am going.
This is why my inner circle is tight AF.
I ONLY allow you in if you refuse to rescue to me.
When I’m down, they throw a bucket of cold water over my head and tell me to pull my shit together!
That if I want it, I have to go get it myself.
Now THAT’s what I call love.
I know right now they’re telling you not to have goals.
That the disappointment is too much for you to handle every time you don’t achieve them first time around.
That it’s too much pressure to put on yourself.
That’s right bitches:
they want you to sit in that little row-boat,
your oars in your lap,
soaking up the rays,
with nowhere to go.
Drifting away your life.
And they tell you that this is what will make you happy.
Whilst you’re bored as shit!
When will you get that today is not a dress-rehearsal for the big day.
THIS IS THE BIG DAY!
Wake up and think for yourself!
Does it make any sense not to have a direction in your life?
Does it make any sense to not have a vision that has you salivating with anticipation,
excitement coursing through your veins in the morning?
Does it make any sense to think that you will be given a vision unique to YOU,
that requires the steps of another that got them to their vision?
Unless of course you’re so lost that you don’t even remember what the hell you want.
So you’re choosing to work on a colour-by-numbers picture,
delusional in thinking that you will call it your masterpiece at the end of your days.
I’m going to end off today by giving you this little mirror:
If you’re still asking WHAT to do,
If you’re still asking HOW to do it,
if you’re still asking for PERMISSION to do it,
you have not yet DECIDED to be successful.
It’s only once you’ve committed to victory that you walk away from the sooth-sayers.
You surround yourself with those who CHALLENGE you to be more,
to do more,
to go further,
to aim higher.
You become unavailable to hear any warnings!
When the doctors (whom I paid thousands to get me to the start line) told me that I must pull out of the race because medically I can’t run,
I BECAME AN IRON MAN!
BECAUSE NOBODY WILL TELL ME WHAT I CAN AND CAN’T DO!
They don’t know me.
They don’t know how resilient I am once I’ve decided.
They don’t know how much pain I can endure once I have committed to the outcome.
They don’t know how resourceful I become when the heat is turned on.
They think I will break under pressure…
How the hell is a diamond formed???
Only death is inevitable.
Thriving is the only choice the brave make.
With love and appreciation,
PS: Well shit Huney, if I have to tell you what to do to get me on your success team, you probably shouldn’t message me.