“What do you want?”
I wondered, as I looked
right at the question.
I thought of many things
they never put on the menu.
like a job, a truck,
food, always more food,
a little gas money, an expensive guitar,
more open roads, less speed limits.
freedom.
time.
things they can’t give me.
“By the way, I like your hair.”
I’d rather take coffee than
compliments right now, I thought
to myself.
Just coffee, I replied.
“And how would you like it?”
Black – like my soul.
You might have an ambitious goal, and you clearly know what you need to do to achieve it, but…
You are just not doing it.
Most of us are like this.
And by us, I mean myself.
It’s just excuse, after excuse, after excuse, with a little fear of failure mixed in to make things explainable to others.
This really kills me from inside, because I know, more often than not, everyone of us could accomplish so much more if we just cut our bullshit excuses and put in the work.
If you were looking for someone to serve you some warm and fuzzy motivational words, go somewhere else. Because I’m not writing this for 99% of you who will read it, get high off motivation, and do nothing about it making zero progress.
I’m writing this for 1% of you who I can actually impact. And that includes myself too. For people who are truly willing to make sacrifices and do whatever it takes to turn their dreams into reality.
First of all, take a cold hard look in the mirror. Look yourself in the eyes, and say: “Stop fucking around.”
Because here’s the thing.
If you know what your dream is, and you know how to get it, and you still haven’t made any progress, then you’re not trying hard enough.
Simple.
This is not meant to make you feel bad. It’s supposed to kick you in the balls.
Seriously, if you want to something, go out and fucking get it.
So decide right now: Do you really, really want it? That one thing?
Yes?
Then start fucking working towards it right this second.
those dreams, they were different,
making it hard to fall,
into the deep pit of dark,
inside the dim hall,
the yellow lamely fighting the black,
but firmly standing its minor ground,
i couldn’t help but notice,
the beauty of the moment around,
as the knob turned around,
the warmth of the night felt alive,
the shift of the focus towards the sky,
told me i wasn’t the only dreaming tonight,
shining, they were,
quite awake,
i stayed really quiet,
in my world of believe and make,
one by one they flew,
they flew far away out of my jar,
i felt like leaving the ground,
and going back to the stars.
today
at this moment
as i sit here
and breathe
with my eyes
closed
imagining
a sky
full of stars
i hear
the sore muscles
murmuring
complaining maybe
but
satisfactorily
so does
craving
for the usual
provisions
my stars
reminding me of
hardships
daily worships
the vastly overlooked
desires
buried in
the core
of my heart
i laugh
i looked at those
broken stars
i may have
lost
some battles
but
i never
lose
the sight
of war.
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