We all know the classic rags to riches story. We all know the stories of successful people who had to overcome numerous obstacles in order to get to where they’re at.
And the truth is that we all kind of like to romanticize the hustle and the struggle. We like to romanticize hitting rock bottom as this place where you finally realize what is it that you want to do with your life, and it all clicks, and you somehow manage to connect all the dots, and then it’s all rainbows and sunshine…
Well, it’s not like that. Not like that at all. Continue reading
“Don’t bunt. Aim out of the ballpark. Aim for the company of immortals.” ― David Ogilvy
Your brain is designed to keep you safe. To help you survive. If you ate, if you have a place to sleep, if you feel safe, then your brain will trick you into thinking that’s all you can achieve.
You’ll be able to rationalize why you don’t have the kind of life you want, or why you are not who you want to be.
But there’s a big difference between living and surviving.
The truth is that it does not matter. Any of it.
You’ll either wear out or rust out. The choice is yours. It always was. Continue reading
I “created” my first superhero when I was five years old. His name was Captain Hank, and he possessed super-human strength, speed, and couldn’t age. That was all, basically.
Then, of course, I had to “invent” some villains, and then some other superheroes to aid Hank in his fight against evil.
To some, the concept of superheroes acts simply as a metaphor for greatness. It can be easily understood by almost anyone, regardless of age, education, culture, and so on. I never actually agreed with this definition.
I believe the concept itself is so primordial that most of us actually miss the point: superheroes are characters who possess certain abilities and traits that make them better than normal people in many ways. But they also have flaws and weaknesses, and they make mistakes.
As fictional characters, they simply connect with one of our most impossible desires: we want to belong. Most superheroes are outcasts. And their struggle to fit in is what really appeals to us. But then they put on a mask, and everything changes.
They become much more. Continue reading
Less than six months after I got published, I won the Pulitzer. Actually… I’m just kidding. I sold, well, I really didn’t sell many books.
I know what you’re thinking right now. What a waste of time and energy. But I don’t regret it. The calling is for you to write stories. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter. Success is something that comes as a bonus, if you’re lucky enough.
But still, there were times when I thought that I could have made things differently; I could have tried to write a new book, a better one. But I didn’t. I guess that I had exhausted my patience and courage. Continue reading
Some say life resembles a highway. We travel so fast because we don’t want to live in the here and now, because we feel that the future is going to be better than we can imagine. We travel on a highway that’s slowly sinking under the horizon, with no maps, trying to get to a place we can’t be sure exists. On each side of this road, there are trees and endless fields – a barren wasteland melting under the sun or shivering beneath a silvery moon. We don’t have time to stop, we don’t have time to think.
At 100 miles per hour, you’re entire being collapses into a reflex.
The only way we can realize what’s going on is for us to crash into others. A painful process, in which there’s a lot of damage to be made, but a necessary one nonetheless. Continue reading
Do you know what the saddest thing about you is?
No one is going to remember you. Fifty years from now, when you’re long gone, when all the pictures of you and your family have decayed like old bones in a cemetery, you’ll be less than nothing.
It will be as if you never even existed.
So what’s the purpose of it all? Why should you pretend to be the good guy, why are you trying to bring judgment upon the world, when the world itself doesn’t want you, doesn’t need you, and most certainly is going to forget you the moment you die? Why would anyone want to be nothing? Continue reading