You see it all the time. Someone walks in with that look, that sharp mind, that spark you cant fake. Real talent. The kind you almost envy for a second. And then nothing happens. Days drift by, a bit of complaining, a bit of waiting, a bit of hoping life will magically hand them something. But yeah. Life doesnt work like room service.
What strikes me more and more is this. Most people actually have enough to get somewhere. Enough brains, enough charm, enough potential. But they miss one thing. Rhythm. Not music rhythm. The rhythm of getting up, doing something, finishing something. That boring, quiet work nobody claps for. Thats where people drop out. Not at the dream. At the discipline.
And then the excuses show up. My parents were like this, my family situation is like that, things never went my way. I can almost hear the script loading. As if who you are is some old family recipe youre forced to follow. Which is nonsense. Youre not locked into yesterday. You can rewrite yourself. People forget that.
And laziness never introduces itself as laziness. It starts as tomorrow. As not right now. As Ill get to it. You only notice it when it becomes a pattern. By then a few months are gone and nothing in your life has moved. Thats usually the moment people start asking why. Well. Thats why.
And Im not pretending Im perfect either. I have days where I look at myself and think, what exactly are you doing. Everyone has that. The difference is what you do afterwards. Do you let it slide. Or do you pull yourself together and push through.
You dont have to be perfect. Nobody is. But you do have to be something. Something you can point at later and say, yes, I did that. That came from me. My effort, my choice, my stubborn little push.
Be your own person. Not a shadow of your parents. Not a collection of old excuses. Build something you can be proud of. Something that doesnt disappear the moment life gets uncomfortable.
Because honestly. If you dont do it yourself, nobody will.
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