Find direction and find purpose. That’s all there is.
When you have purpose, you have energy. When you have energy, you have drive. It is cyclical.
I watched a video last night that I’d seen before. About the entrepreneur’s struggle. It damn near brought me to tears. Why?
Because everyone has that inner battle.
You always have that voice in your head telling you that “You ain’t shit” or “Who do you think you are?” or “You cant do that.” Take your pick, they all suck.
I never thought I was that person. I never thought I had that internal dialog. But I did and I do and I don’t think it will ever go away.
“You’re just some guy from Nowhere, NY”
“You’re not gonna make it.”
It keeps nagging at you. Even when you do succeed, you’re hit with “You should’ve done this years ago.” It always kills me. It kills my momentum.
And then there is the other me. The other me that says.
“You can do this!”
“Theres so much you can do!”
And it just needs to be done. Keep going, keep hustling, keep working at it and keep chipping away at your goal.
But where does all this energy come from? It comes from proper energy regulation. Our modern world has broken us – we hide from the sun all day and stare at screens all night and wonder why we are lethargic and drained all day. I used to set aside 8-10 hours to sleep. Now I am lucky to get six. From 10-4:30 I sleep, HARD and I am back at it. It is amazing even to me.
I used to take naps in the afternoon and I was tired all the time except at night.
I’ve read a lot about sleep and I never applied it until now.
When you have purpose, you are excited to get up.
What is my purpose you ask?
I’ve decided to get rich.
Filthy stinking rich.
Ive wanted to be a millionaire as long as I can remember. When I was a kid, I always imagined myself giving back to my parents, buying them cars, living together in one giant house.
I never imagined a soul-sucking job and watching them work into old age.
If you’ve known me, you know that I have always hinted at wanting more money. But I was almost modest about it. Apologetic. Scared to step on anyone’s tiny toes with my big dreams and afraid for someone to tell me no. I never actually DECIDED. The word decide come from the latin ‘to cut’ as in, to cut off any other option. That is what I am doing. Poverty is not an option.
But I’m not sorry. I’m not sorry for wanting more. I am not sorry for being strong. I am not sorry for being smart. I am not sorry that I’m not sorry. Frankly, I don’t give a fuck.
What is your purpose?
What have you been hiding from this whole time?
What have you been telling yourself you can’t do?
And before you say, “I don’t need all that I just want…. ”
Know that anyone who “just” wants something will never get it. I know plenty of people who want to “Just lose a couple pounds” and they are fatter now then they were before. I never “just” wanted to ‘tone up’ I wanted to get fucking ripped and I still do! “Just” wont carry you through struggle. “just” wont carry you through hardship and “just” wont get you any god damn results in any facet of your life!
What if you did “just” 10 push ups? What if you woke up “just” before work? What if you studied “just” enough?
What would that do for you?
Just about nothing.
So if you want nothing. If you want to stay the same, then just go back to Facebook or Instagram and keep scrolling.
But don’t cry and complain about how your life sucks if all you wanted was “just”