A couple days ago I met this guy from France. He was curious to know as much about Romania as possible, and at one point he asked about our life during the Communist era. And I told him that even though there are plenty of people who are nostalgic for those times, we should be grateful for one of the most precious things capitalism has brought us: the power of choice. The freedom to struggle.
Now, how many of you take that for granted? How many of you actually despise it? That you have to struggle, to hustle, to fight for what you want…
But it’s such a beautiful thing.
You can be whoever you want, do whatever you want. You are free to make your own choices, to create your own destiny. You can see what you want to see each and every single time you look out the window.
The world is as big or as little or as strange or as terrifying or as marvelous as you want it to be.
And I think that this is man’s greatest strength. And weakness.
We are free. Like no other creature on Earth.
Of course, we build prisons. In the most unlikely of places sometimes. In the most sinister of manners. But we are free to escape those prisons, to find hope even in the most desolate places on this planet.
That is what life is all about. Hope.
About the ability to imagine a better future and to fight for it. To hustle for it.
To work your ass off to create your best self, your ideal body, your dream home.
If you can keep hope alive, that flame will keep you going when you are tired, when you are sick, when you are scared, hungry, broke.
It’s as simple and as complicated as that.