People act like you can’t just pick up new skills or live a new lifestyle. You can do whatever you want and you can change your mind about your habits and decisions at anytime. You’re the only one that needs that permission
Pro tip: If you're afraid to take the risk, write down in excruciating detail what you're actually afraid of having happen. Step by step what happens next when you fail. You'll often find it's not so bad when you spell it out. Fear exists in the vague, not the specific.
I wake up genuinely thrilled to be here, and I know how that sounds, but it comes from really sitting with what we get to do. we get to choose. we get to build. we get to take a raw stretch of time and shape it into anything we are willing to work for. what an unbelievable opportunity that is, and how sad it would be to sleepwalk through it. I am not going to waste mine. I am going to love every hard, effortful, incredible minute of getting to be alive and getting to become whoever I decide to be.
you need a dangerous amount of confidence to escape an ordinary life cos the person who becomes successful has to believe something that everyone else doubts.
a regulated nervous system isn't quiet. it's responsive. it laughs loud in restaurants. it cries at commercials. it gets a full body chill from a song it hasn't heard in years. people mistake numbness for peace because numbness is easier to manage. but real peace has a pulse. it moves through you instead of around you.
why not you? every reason you are holding is smaller than you think and every one of them will sound pathetic from a deathbed. the odds are not a reason. what people will think is definitely not a reason. there is no good answer to why not, which means the answer is go.
more reps. more attempts. more volume. more output. more at bats. more swings. more mornings. more hours in the room. more shots. the people who win just do more. that’s the boring truth nobody wants to hear because it doesn’t fit in a framework or a four step system. just do more. do more than the person next to you. do more than you did yesterday. more more more.
go do something. anything. get up off the floor of your own head and move, because the longer you sit in there marinating in how unfair it all is, the deeper the rut gets and the harder it becomes to climb out. yes, doing something takes effort - will it suck at first? probably. but that effort is nothing compared to the slow grinding pain of sitting still in your own cynicism, day after day, watching your life not happen while you narrate all the reasons it cannot.
you must believe you are special and then go so hard, for so long, with such violent refusal to accept any other ending, that reality itself starts running out of ways to tell you no. you must wage a war daily against the ordinary outcome, until the belief you invented out of nothing in a room by yourself has been hammered into the world so many times that it stops being a claim and becomes reality.
SERIOUS QUESTION: Do you ever just get this feeling that it's all wrong ?? Cement and traffic and malls and smart phones and high heels and fluorescent lights and food in plastic and living stacked on top of each other and debt and guns and kinda just anything that's not a stream and a field and trees and fresh produce and quiet and slow and real community ?? Does it ever just hit you deep in your gut that we've messed it all up and it's wrong ??
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.