The time is 12:15 AM, Saturday morning.
I’m in my office, in front of my computer… still working.
Most guys my age are most likely out getting wasted (go back a few years, and I would have been doing the same)…
You see, I used to work in a bar for a couple of year before I started making a living online.
I’d see the same dudes every weekend…
Young, drunken bundles of flesh, driven by untamed emotions and biological impulses.
Primarily lust, reined in by fear, and a rising sense of recklessness as an antidote the fear.
They’re asleep most of them, no plan, no vision, no ambition.
Just living in reaction, seeking the maximum amount of pleasure as possible…
But these dudes, sleep walking through life, would consider someone like myself as “weird”.
In fact, anyone who has a firm purpose in life, and is striving daily to improve their lives, inside and out; they’re a target for ridicule.
Now I’m not here to cry about it, I’m not the least bit interested in what the zombies have to say about how I live (I can guess anyway, they’re all the same more or less).
I’m not one of them and I don’t pretend to be.
They can say what they want, I’m still gonna do my own thing.
But it’s not me that I’m concerned about…
Rather, it’s the young dude who reminds me of my former self…
The guy who feels the pull of ambition, to do something with his life beyond paying the bills and getting wasted on the weekend…
Who doesn’t ever feel like he fully belongs…
Not because he can’t fit in, but because deep down, he doesn’t really want to be another one of “them”, another carbon copy clone.
But, his efforts to rise up are stunted by his environment, his dumbass zombie “friends”, parents, teachers.
He feels guilty for wanting more.
For not accepting the status quo without question…
For wanting to listen to his gut and do something that isn’t considered “normal”.
You want to create an awesome life for yourself?
You call bullshit on the script that the sheep so easily buy into without question?
I have a message for you, listen up dude…
If there’s something your gut is telling you to do, you go out there and fucking do it.
You don’t seek permission from anyone…
Not your teachers, not your parents, not your dumbass friends… because you’re not gonna to get it.
You follow your gut, into the darkness and the uncertainty.
I’m not going to lie, it’s going to be a tough road.
Hustling before the sun comes up and long before it goes down…
But I can promise you this:
It will be worth it.
Every drop of sweat.
Every tear you shed in solitude.
Every failure that comes at exactly the wrong time, when you badly needed a fucking win, even just a small one.
Every second of pain (read: growth).
All of it, will be worth it.
So to you my friend, keep moving forward.
I was like you.
Afraid of drawing the line in the sand and saying “This is me. I’m going to do this, even if it kills me.”
Afraid of what the tribe would think
But eventually I got my act together.
And goals that seemed like a fairy tale a couple of short years ago are now my reality.
It starts with discipline.
You have my blessing, brother.
Ryan “You Got This” Kuchel
I’ll let Ayn Rand finish off this one…
“In the name of the best within you, do not sacrifice this world to those who are it’s worst.
In the name of the values that keep you alive, do not let your vision of man be distorted by the ugly, the cowardly, the mindless in those who have never achieved his title.
Do not let your fire go out, spark by irreplaceable spark, in the hopeless swamps of the approximate, the not-quite, the not-yet, the not-at-all.
Do not let the hero in your soul perish, in lonely frustration for the life you deserved, but have never been able to reach.
The world you desired can be won, it exists, it is real, it is possible, it’s yours.”