But it’s fine. Because every time I hear doubt, it only puts fuel to the flame. It only pushes me harder. Only pushes me harder to prove them wrong.
Stop telling me to play it safe. Stop lecturing me about putting all my eggs in one basket, and stop telling me that my dream is my fucking backup plan.
The way I see it, if I’m not living my dream or if I’m not chasing my dream, then what the fuck am I living for? Wasting 8 hours a day doing something to make you happy is not living—it’s dying. If I’m not living my dream then I’m not living. I have one life. I have ONE opportunity to live the life I want to live. To live it to the fullest and be happy.
I’m not here to do what everyone else does. I’m not here to follow rules and I’m definitely not here to play it safe. Life is FAR too short for playing it safe. How do you play it safe when you grow to become aware of how brief our moment here is?
So many people have let themselves settle into the routine of waking up miserable, driving through morning traffic to their dead-end 9-5’s, then sitting in a zombie-like trance as they wait for 8 hours of their lives to pass so they can go home and spend a few hours watching TV before having to do it all over again. I lived that life. FUCK THAT. That’s too many hours in my day being miserable that I’m not getting back. Too many hours wasted that could be spent pursuing something I love to do.
I’m not just here to live. I’m here to thrive. To chase my dreams and give it EVERYTHING I have so I don’t end up haunted by the regret that I could’ve done more. Wonder if I could’ve made it if I had only tried a little harder.
Not a lot of people seem to understand that time is the most valuable currency. When we’re born, we’re given a wallet with a set amount of seconds in it. Never does that number increase, but it does decrease. Every second that passes is a second we can never get back. I’m done wasting my time.
This isn’t your life. I understand you don’t understand or support my decisions, but I’m not going to choose my paths solely on what you’d be most comfortable with and proud of. At least not anymore. This is my life and I’m living it for me. Call it selfish, call it narcissistic, call it stuck-up, call it whatever you want. I call it being happy.
I’ll chase this till the end. Even if I don’t make it, I’d still rather die trying and flat broke than live a life I don’t care for.
Thanks for reading,