“You are afraid to die, and you’re afraid to live. What a way to exist.” – Neale Donald Walsch
Afraid. To live. To die. To get hurt. To hurt others. Afraid. Of failure. Of success. Of getting stuck somewhere in between. Afraid of doing nothing at all, afraid of overdoing it. Afraid of yourself, afraid of others. Rationalizing. Being practical. Over-intellectualizing. Holding back. Waiting for the right moment and the right place.
Finding excuses. Blaming yourself. Blaming others. Telling yourself that you’ve got enough time. Continue reading
It’s my honest opinion that we all want to leave our mark on this world. Some of us may not recognize this urge, but we all want to change something, to alter things, to create something that will last longer than us. Even if it is a scar. Yes, there are plenty out there who just want to inflict pain, because that’s the only thing they can do. Or the only thing they think they can do. Continue reading
“Unless a man undertakes more than he possibly can do, he will never do all he can do.”– Henry Drummond
To push oneself to the limit. And beyond. In a way, this is what living a meaningful life is all about. The struggle, the desire to achieve more than seems possible.
Our potential is endless, our capacity for expansion exceeds our imagination.
More. More. More.
Going the extra mile is what this is all about. Going after all your impulses tell you to quit. Going after the chatterbox inside your head tells you to give up. Going after every single cell in your body tells you that it’s time to roll over and die.
This is what life is about. The struggle. The fight. The war we have to wage with ourselves, in our endless pursuit to become better than we were yesterday.
Ambition without hard work is useless.
Talent without hard work is useless.
Love without hard work is useless.
Being alive without working hard is useless.
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.” – F. Scott Fitzgerald
I’m almost twenty eight years old. A fragile age indeed; I have yet to conquer all the good and the bad that life can throw at me. But I’ve seen things, I’ve done things. Scars have been inflicted upon my body and soul. I’ve kept secrets, I’ve nurtured bizarre dreams and fantasies until they became demons. I’ve lost more battles than I can count…
And I’ve fallen… time and time again…
And yet… it’s not the fall that breaks most people. It’s the fear that they’ll never rise up again.
Do what you love. Love what you do.
Odds are you tried something in your life. A passion. A hobby. Something that got you excited, made you feel alive, like a fire burning inside your chest. It felt amazing doing it. And you did it, and did it, and kept at it, but in time it became more and more difficult to stay with it long enough to achieve true success.
Let’s face it: if you’re not in love anymore with what you’re doing, it feels like an uphill struggle. That’s OK if you’re a hobbyist or a dabbler, but if you want a career, if you want to live your life at the highest level possible, then all this might make you want to stop and try something else…
You want to quit because you weren’t expecting that doing what you loved would be so damn frustrating at times. So infuriating. So full of monotony, and moments of despair.
So damn boring…
Wasn’t this supposed to be about love? About passion?
Well… Continue reading
“Have I gone mad?”
“I’m afraid so. You’re entirely bonkers. But I’ll tell you a secret. All the best people are.”
Even though most of the times you don’t feel like your’re mad, you feel different. It happens to all of us. Sometimes we feel like there’s an invisible wall between us and the rest of the world. We feel alone, we feel different, we feel as though we’re not good enough. And it’s difficult to accept this. Most of the times, people simply try to find comfort: in their art, in another person, in aimlessly wandering through life. Continue reading
The saddest words in the English language. If only.
If only I’d known what I know now, if only I had done this or that, if only…
Regret comes in all shapes and sizes. And time passes and heals wounds, and, in the end, regret is the only thing that ties us to our past. Or to a better version of it. Continue reading