The Truth About Your Dreams

What do you want to accomplish during your short time on this beautiful gem? What are your dreams?

Fuck your dreams. 

They aren’t your dreams anyway. 
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Numb, reckless, and disconnected. 

I woke up one day and it clicked. This is how I’ve lived my entire life. 

The numbness was necessary. The voice that called on me to grow into something more was incessant. I needed the numbness to push through it. 
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My recklessness was a cheap imitation of happiness.

“Look at me, I’m so crazy!”

I was playing a character. A care-free, confident, alcohol-fueled party boy.

I drank any night of the week provided there was a party, and I drove drunk when I deemed it ‘necessary’.

The alcohol helped me pull this persona off. More important, it kept me numb.

Part of me hoped others could smell the booze seeping from my pores the day after a party. If there was any doubt that I didn’t give a fuck, I wanted to eradicate it.

The truth is, I gave a fuck. But I ignored that too.

One day I woke up and became aware of my delusions. I wasn’t care-free, happy, or having fun. I was running away from who I was, and it was creating an internal nightmare.

It wasn’t until I was thrust into empty space that I realized this about myself.

I had taken a job 2000 km away from anyone I knew, and was forced to sit alone with myself for days at a time.

This was nearly unbearable for me. My thoughts were the last thing I wanted to be alone with. But as I sat with them, the onion that was my persona began to peel back. Through this, I learned who I was, and who I wasn’t. I realized I was a coward- running from who I was, trying to be who I thought others wanted me to be.

This was the moment it turned around. I began to accept myself, shed the protective layers of my persona, and grow into who I was meant to be.

At the time I thought I was the only one who felt this way. I realize now, so many men are lost and depressed. Despite everything appearing perfect on the outside, inside, they’re fighting a battle they can’t comprehend.


Fuck Your Dreams

What do you want to accomplish during your short time on this beautiful gem? What are your dreams?

Fuck your dreams.

They aren’t your dreams anyway.

More often than not, what you think is your dream is really someone else’s dream that’s been crammed down your throat.

“This is the blueprint. Follow it to success.”

So here you are. Do you feel like you’re fulfilling your potential? Are you impacting the world in a way only you can?

When you’re taking your last and dying breath, are you going to be pumped about what you did with your life?

Maybe the answer is ‘yes.’ I hope it’s ‘yes’. I’m overfilled with joy if it’s ‘yes.’

But if you’re being brutally honest (now is a good time to start being brutally honest), it’s probably a ‘no’.

And being aware of that is the perfect place to start.

I spent years lying to myself, patting myself on the back for accomplishing things I didn’t care about.

I figured others knew better. After all, they’re older, wiser, and have been in this rodeo longer than I have. They know what’s important.

Are you following someone else’s blueprint? Are you spending the precious moments of your life doing what you think others want you to do?

That call to impact the world in a way only you can will keep growing stronger. If you resist, it will get louder.  But it won’t last forever.

The more meaningless accomplishments you pile on top of that voice, the quieter it gets. Eventually, you'll no longer hear it's plea.

In a last ditch effort to get your attention, it pounds on your chest from the inside out. With no response, it runs out of steam, gives up, and goes to sleep.

You’re a walking dead man.

Peel Back the Layers 

It’s time to find out who you really are. It’s time to peel back the layers.

Strip away the character you’ve created to please those around you.

Rip down the delusions of so-called success that lure you away from your calling.

Burn down the blueprint to a so-called successful life

Knock down the wall of non-stop thought that runs through your mind, distracting you from yourself.

Sit. Be Quiet. Meditate. Create empty space.

Then listen.

Then act.

Dude, You’re Going to Die

But you’re acting like you’re going to be here forever.

The truth is, no one is built like you. No one can impact the world like you.

Deep down, you know this. That’s why you feel such internal turmoil. To not do what you are being called to do is doing yourself a disservice.

More important, you’re doing the world a disservice.

As you ignore your call to greatness, whatever that means to you (remember, fuck your dreams if they aren’t yours), the gifts that you were put here to bless mankind with are rotting alongside your spirit.

It’s going to be hard, and it’s going to take work. But it’s work only you can do.

You don’t have forever. It’s time to be who you were meant to be, and impact the world the way only you can.

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