We all know inside our heart what needs to be done. It’s a subtle force that’s pulling us in a new direction. And then there’s the familiar zone. The Zone. Our endless thoughts. Our fears. Our limitations. Our blah blah blah blah. The 10 million reasons why we don’t do what we want with all our heart to do. So we compromise for one more year. We make a pact with the devil. We play small. We bury our dreams. We forget our passions. We cage our soul. We break our own heart.
And everything goes on and on in the same direction for one day, one month and one more year. Same repetitive and soulless actions, same results, same old long days. The destiny seems cruel and uneven. Life gets boring and hard.
If I only was … .
Most of my life I felt the urge to do things. So I did. A lot of them. Talks, extreme skating, trips, associations, relationships, projects, businesses, radio shows, public speaking, events, conferences, gatherings, meetings, blogs, writing, starting a book, again projects, etc. And this went on and on until something happened. An unexpected event. An event that manifested both on exterior world and inside me at the same time. I realized that a lot of things that I did brought me and others a lot of unhappiness.
So I stopped for a moment.
Don’t tell me you don’t have time for your dreams and passions. That’s the worst excuse ever. Are you working 3 jobs? Are you enslaved on a cotton field? Are you locked down in a dungeon like Count de Monte Cristo?
Offcourse you have time. But you’re also afraid. And the fear keeps you stuck. The fear keeps you locked. The fear wants you play it small. To play it safe. To stay away from the risks. To live in a bubble.
Superstars. Athletes, singers, writers, gurus, philosophers, starlets, movie actors, billionaires.
We envy their careers, achievements, and lifestyle. Why not? The media praise them. Everybody looks at them with respect. They seem to have everything.
Most of us don’t have a direction in our lives. You don’t know what you want to do when you’re 10 or 15. Or you know and you do it. But ten years you may need to start from scratch.
There I was, working on “kick ass” projects with top people in the industry. There I was, making a lot of money. There I was, depleted of life, with a sense of sadness and desperation more appropriate to an 80 years old guy who spends his days and nights alone in a small room.
Did you ever felt that way?