Here in Romania we have a pretty strange educational system. And, well, the whole system does nothing to tell you that you are special, that you are capable of greatness. I don’t know if this is a bad thing or not, but I’ve always wanted to believe that people have greatness inside of them, that people are capable of being great, of doing wonderful things.
But they’re constantly being told that they’re just average, that they have to play a small part, that changing the world is a task reserved to other individuals.
It’s always others who get to do all the things we want to do, isn’t it?
I grew up as a strange kid. I always wanted more, not because I felt I was great (and I don’t feel like I’m great), but because I felt that it would be better to fail trying to achieve greatness than to never fail at all.
You know, when we’re little we usually dream big. We look up at the stars and we imagine that we only have to grow up in order to reach them. Most of the times, we grow up and never look up at the stars again.
In a world of numbers and figures and bills and mortgages and loans you don’t have time to dream big, you don’t have time to aspire for greatness. You’re constantly being told so.
I was constantly told so, but I just didn’t listen.
I spent years writing with the sense that I wasn’t a good writer. And it was frustrating to do so, to write when others told you that you weren’t cut out for this, or when they simply didn’t care enough to tell you anything at all. You see, I was constantly comparing myself to all the great writers I was reading, and I just felt like I wasn’t good enough. And I was afraid that I would never be good enough.
Much, much later I learned not to care. I learned, in the hardest possible way, that I can only strive to be better than I used to be. That’s the only battle worth fighting. I learned that constantly asking yourself whether or not you’re good enough is harmful. Actually… good enough for what? Or for whom?
Maybe when you feel like you’re fighting against the whole world for something you believe in is the best possible feeling ever. It might make you angry or sad or frustrated, but in the end, you’ll know you stood up for something.
The world doesn’t owe you anything.
It’s well worth remembering that. In a way, it all depends on you.
Yes, luck plays its part, but if you try hard enough, if you work hard enough, luck will be the only factor you can’t control. Only you can choose to do so. And guess what? The harder you work, the luckier you get.
There are two types of people in this world: the ones who exist and the ones who live. Most of the times we can’t even figure out which category we’re in, let alone fight our way out of it. Honestly, most people don’t want to know.
I say this is wrong. A life worth living is one in which you are aware of your decisions and actions and you react based on what happens around you. Based on what happens inside you. It’s not easy or simple, but it’s something you’ve got to do.