Note: this post is by request. No, I’m not starting this blog back up again. But the request was sincere and unexpected . . . I figured what the hell.
So let me ask you . . . how bad do you want it? You know what I’m talking about. Sure, it might vary from person to person. Maybe it’s the trim waist and hot bod. Or perhaps it’s the start up you’ve been dreaming of for so long.
Promotion? Financial freedom? Love?
As if those are really the cures you’re looking for.
No. To put it bluntly, you’re searching for one thing, and one thing only . . .
Escape from your life as is. Escape from your troubles. Escape from your worries.
That’s what it really boils down to . . . escape from the burden.
Escape from yourself.
But we both know that’s impossible. You’re stuck. Till the day you die, you’re stuck with yourself.
So what can you do? You’re stuck with yourself. ‘Till the very end, you’re stuck. Where do you go from here?
A New Direction
That brings us back to my original question: how bad do you want it? How bad do you want the change?
It seems like such an easy question. You want it bad, of course. Everyone does. It’s a no-brainer. But that brings us to the next question: what are you doing about it?
Seriously. Just what the hell are you doing about it? I’m not talking about a little of this and a little of that. I’m talking about action.
Real. Fucking. Action.
I’m talking about dedication. Devotion. Massive commitment. About putting everything you’ve got into achieving this one goal. Heart and soul ain’t enough. Blood, sweat and tears won’t cut it. Not for this.
You want it? Really want it?
Then quit fucking around.
I know it’s hard. I know it hurts. I know . . .
But it don’t mean shit. Because all that matters is results. Real results.
So you want that hourglass figure . . . but those goddamn Oreo’s are just sooooo tempting. Double Stuffed? No. Those fuckers are Mega Stuffed.
What do you do?
Or maybe you’ve finally got an evening all to yourself. No distractions. Just you and your project. Gonna make some real progress tonight. Well, maybe after a couple beers and an episode or two of “The Walking Dead” that is. Gotta catch up, ya know?
Again, what do you do?
Because what you do is all that matters.
Let me repeat that: what you do is ALL that matters.
Not what you want. Not what you hope for. Not even what you really really wish for.
Just what you do. Nothing else.
The Hard Truth
Results don’t happen by themselves. Success doesn’t come by accident. All the praying in the world won’t bring you squat.
So you feel you deserve a better life. But have you earned it? Truly?
Let’s face it. We all want a better life. We all feel like we should have a better life. And maybe we should. But that better life ain’t gonna happen without some serious fucking effort on your part.
There’s no way around it . . . what you’re after will require exertion. It’ll require persistence. Pain. You’re gonna struggle. You’re gonna slip from time to time.
But that’s not the worst of it.
No. The truth of the matter is that you’re gonna have to sacrifice.
That’s a hard word, I know. Nobody likes sacrifice. But you’re gonna have to get used to it all the same. Because Mega Stuffed Oreos aren’t gonna bring you that sexy body. Killing your free time watching television isn’t gonna get your business up and running.
You Want Results?
Do you really? And you’re willing to sacrifice for them? Good. Then this is what you’re gonna do: get off your ass, pick up the pieces, and get to work.
No fucking around. You’re gonna give it your all. All you’ve got. Everything.
You need single-minded intent. Unstoppable purpose. Obsession.
If you can’t dedicate your life to this one thing, then just move the fuck on. I’m sure there’s something good to watch on the telly.
Because only YOU can make this shit happen. Not fate. Not circumstance. Or luck.
Half-assed will get you nowhere. It’s whole-ass or no-ass baby!
So what’s it gonna be?
The time to decide is now. This is your chance. Your best chance. A new you . . . a new life . . . is just around the corner. But you have to make that turn. No one can make it for you.
The choice is yours.
You know what you have to do. So do it already. Quit pussyfooting. Have a little faith in yourself.
Forget the naysayers. This is for you, not for them. Fuck ‘em.
Forget the temptations. They’ll always be there. Accept it.
Forget the odds. They crumble before the human will.
Forget the past. Your struggles gave you strength.
But never . . . never . . . forget the dream.
And the sacrifice required.