It’s a depressing march…tiptoeing along with the masses to the humdrum beat of mediocrity.
There’s a place inside that wants so much more. It’s that untouchable part of us that wants to soar.
Drowning it in busywork, worries, television, wine, or best intentions might be the popular choice, but what drowns dies…and before you know it, the days turn into nothing more than a mourning of what could be, should be, and ain’t-never-gonna-happen.
When you follow your heart, it may take you to places where you fall down and they laugh in your face. None of that will matter, though, because the beat of your own drum will be so loud you won’t even be able hear one word the critics, skeptics, or dogmatic followers of the status quo have in store for you.
If you’re doing what makes you happy, it doesn’t matter one bit what anybody else thinks, says, or does.
In my own life, I have a deep and overwhelming urge to write about the shit I’m going through, what I’m learning from it, and then to share it with others. It’s what makes me happy.
Writing has saved me from dead-end day jobs, lonely nights, and holding onto dark secrets that poison the heart.
When I first set out to make a living at it, some of the people closest to me in my life told me that I needed to get it together and work a normal job or run a normal business. It felt great to prove them wrong.
And fortunately I can write anywhere, anytime, and in any way I want. This is good because I hate commutes, bosses, and set schedules, and just can’t find it in me to do the whole cubicle thing. I can’t even be around one. To me, a cubicle is a place where dreams go to die.
They’re like tiny little funeral homes for creativity, spontaneity, and all things good.
But if someone enjoys having a cubicle, who am I to tell them it’s no good for them?
And I ain’t saying you can’t change the world from a cubicle.
I only know they ain’t good for me.
I also realize that on my path I may fail more times than I succeed, and I’m OK with that.
Because to me, the only real failure is tiptoeing along with the masses to that damn drum of mediocrity.
It may be able to hold a beat, but holy shit, does that beat suck.
I hope to bump into you someday, out there, as you take bold strides towards your dreams on the road less traveled.
We’re sure to encounter plenty of storms, strange characters, and rough terrain. It’s like that when you’re going to unknown and sometimes scary places. But the view…well, the view is fucking awesome.
I’d say it’s a view worth dying for.
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