Who are you scared to fail in front of?
The reason so many of you are not doing what you wanna do is you’re scared to fail in something.
You’re scared that your brother will judge you, your wife, your girlfriend, your husband, and most scary, your mom or your dad.
You need to eliminate that and/or own that fear, and put yourself in a position to succeed.
Because with all of this, we are now in the greatest era. For the first time ever, with no fucking money, with no goddamn connections, this – referring to his smartphone – can put you on the map.
If you’re good enough, if you are good enough to be up here, to make bling-bling, if you are good enough nobody is stopping you.
Not fucking Donald Trump, not the fucking Russians, nobody!
If you are a minority, if you are a female, if you are a transgender, if you are a fucking alien!
The market doesn’t give a fuck!
If you make the best shit, you will win
Do you know how sucky it was to be a nerd 20 years ago?
Now the market is rewarding fucking nerds, and now they’re Rockstars.
― Gary Vaynerchuk
They say that devils come from the ground below, or they’ve fallen from the sky above. If you ask me, I’d say they come from the inside.
It's that inner resistance that comes up anytime you try to turn your life around, or move towards a huge goal or aspiration that you have.
It’s that fucking ghost that keeps screwing around with the machine.
After all, you are both the hero and the villain of your journey. You cannot win if you don’t beat your inner resistance.
When you come into the world you are introduced to a new game, a game that with almost all certainty would last your entire lifetime, a game that more often than not would end up with you passing it on to your children.
And more importantly, it’s only a decoy game that distracts you from the real game is always, always played on another table.
If you take a deep look at any society across any period of time, you’ll soon realize that the game they played was mainly designed to serve the ruling class who devised that fucking game in the first place.
Whether it’s people who are supposed to drop on their knees five fucking times a day and mumble ancient incantations, while spending their lives serving an invisible friend who is with all probability is fictional.
Whether it’s medieval serfs that believed that the game was to spend their time on earth suffering to make the ruling class’s life as comfortable as possible at everyone’s expanse.
Just because they wear some metal on their heads. Are you fucking kidding me?
As heart-breaking as it sounds, it kind of seems like everyone was wasting their fucking time.
The only constant is, whatever game the bulk of society were instructed to play, the real game was always played on another table.
In our times, the current game is play it safe, get a degree, get a stable job, wait for the government to screw the economy up, lose the job, get a new job at Starbucks, get bored out of your mind, and then finally have the fucking courage to go after what you wanted in the first place.
That’s the common presumption anyways.
There are however other people who wanted to fulfill their aspirations and take a shot at another game on another board, and so every night after work they start working on their dreams and passion, while everyone else is watching TV.
And slowly but surely with a map in hand, they start walking towards their goals.
They figured that if they drowned their aspirations and stuck with the crowd, and if that fails.. They’ll have nothing to show off for except the combined stress-factor of twenty fucking years working a job that they couldn’t even stand in the first place.
Whereas if they went what they really want and things don’t work out, at least they would have enjoyed the process and would've learned some important lessons along the way.
And these are our protagonists today, those who played with their own rules, those who diversified outside of the game they were born into, those who wanted something else, something different.
When reading biographies of famous and successful people, one of the most common themes is that of the constant warnings of people around them who are constantly reminding them to just give up and kiss their dreams goodbye.
The fascinating aspect is that those warnings never seem to come from a rational and far-sighted standpoint, but rather an automatic reaction serving as a shield to protect people from certain painful thoughts.
Thoughts like: “What if I could've gone after my aspirations as well?”
Imagine how painful it would be to realize that you’ve spent all those years suffering through some God-awful job that you violently hated but you still stayed there anyways.
And you did that to yourself thinking because someone told you that it was the only way of life.
As in painful realizations go, nothing beats realizing that you’ve been wasting your time on a lie, that’s why the not chasing your dreams regret is the single most constant presence on people’s deathbeds everywhere.
To shield your emotions, you sell yourself on a new narrative, you develop this almost gene-deep certainty that you had no choice in the matter, that you actually played it smart – and by smart I mean copied the masses – You tell yourself that you didn’t give up on your dreams because you were afraid, but rather there was no other way.
And then this asshole comes around with a genuine smile in his face and passion in his eyes telling you that he’s gonna go after his dream…
Who the fuck does he think he is?
Why him and not me?
Before you know it, your reptilian brain has knocked your mammalian brain six ways to Sunday. All that comes from your mouth from that moment on are mainly pre-programmed reactions whose only purpose serves to feed the urge to stay comfortable.
“You can’t do it!”, “Play it safe!”. “The world doesn’t work that way” or this bizarre yet strangely common programmed reaction:
“I used to think like you, but then I grew up”.
They say that devils come from the ground below, or they’ve fallen from the sky above. If you’d ask me, I’d say they come from the inside.
It’s that voice inside you that is totally run by fear, a voice more dangerous than a wizard’s spell. A voice that dulls your critical thinking and put you under duress.
And more importantly, a voice that summons your reptilian brain to the control room and hands it the joystick.
And from that point forward, all your actions become mainly primitive reactions influenced by fear.
The hero’s journey they say, it’s a journey alright.
The minute you start chasing your goals, you immediately get surrounded by people warning you to do otherwise. Instead of hating them or letting them bring you down, you have to realize that they didn’t beat the devil inside them, and that fear has successfully sealed their destiny.
The problem however is that they want everyone else to be subjected to the same.
But it’s not only the outside voices, in fact that’s the easy part.
A simple analysis would tell you that their concerns have nothing to do with you at all, so you sympathize with them and move on.
After all, everyone is fighting a battle you know nothing about.
The problem is that you too, have one of them ghosts inside you, a ghost that is trying to sabotage your plans, a ghost that cockblocks you every time you see pretty girl, even before you take the first step.
It is at that moment that you draw the sword, time to slay some inner dragons.
And at that moment you realize that the battle has just began.
