Everyone wants to start a business. Everyone wants to get in shape. Everyone wants to live the life of their dreams.
Everyone always asks, “How much time will it take to reach my goals?”
None. You won’t reach them.
If you’re asking how much time it’ll take, then you’re going to fail.
If you’re serious, you don’t care how much time it will take.
Success takes as long as it takes. After one year, you’ll know whether or not you will go the distance.
Maybe you want examples.
Everyone wants to start a business.
In January of 2013, I worked four 10 hour shifts per week. I punched a time clock four days per week, and sat on my ass for three.
In December of 2013, I worked seven 16 hour “shifts” per week. The difference? I had become my own boss.
In the beginning, I made less money and worked more than double the hours. I didn’t care that it wasn’t easy, because I was free. I wasn’t making a comfortable living until 2015.
Freedom isn’t free. It isn’t cheap, either.
-Every Entrepreneur Ever
I never asked, “How much time will it take?”
If I’d known it would be two years before I could relax with my wife and kiddos on the beach, I might have never tried.
Everyone wants to lose body fat.
In 2013, I weighed 306 lbs. I wanted to lose body fat.
I didn’t know how to do it. The internet allows us all to be autodidacts and teach ourselves. I learned how to lose body fat by eating right.
I lost 115 lbs in six months. I would’ve lost more if I knew I had low testosterone. I would’ve started TRT sooner.
I don’t think I’ll ever be “finished” perfecting my machine, my body, but I’ll never be a 300 pound slob again.
I didn’t ask, “How much time will it take me to lose body fat?” If I had known it would be over three years before I reached my goal, I might have never started.
Everyone wants to live the life of their dreams.
The safety was off. His finger was on the trigger of the knock-off Walther which was probably stolen.
There was a good chance this shaky kid was going to kill me (maybe without even meaning to) over money that wasn’t even mine.
I was being paid $9 per hour and could’ve died over the $84 in the register.
The sad part? I realized my life was so empty at the time that it probably wasn’t worth that measly $84.
I wasn’t afraid of losing my life, not because I’m some fearless statue, but because I had nothing to lose.
Memento Mori – My Mantra
Remember, You Are Human.
Remember, You Will Die.
I was 20 years of wasted life. I had completely wasted two decades. Thrown them away.
I wasn’t living the life of my dreams. I wasn’t even living. I just existed.
I spent my time working, sleeping, eating. When I wasn’t doing those things, I played video games and guitar.
Those kids whose balls hadn’t even dropped did me a big favor. They gave me an epiphany.
To live the life of your dreams, you have to wake up.
Dreams are for girls who think they’re going to become princesses and boys who think they’re going to become men.
Dreams are for children who never bothered to grow up.
Dreams are not for the men that get what they want.
Stop dreaming. Stop asking “How much time will it take?” and start visualizing.
Visualizing is dreaming, except visualization leads to creating plans.
Make your battle plan and lead the charge.
Start asking yourself, “What do I want, and how can I get it?”
Stop asking childish questions like “How much time will it take?”
If I had cared about how much time it would take, I would still be a worker bee selling my soul for a paycheck.
If I had cared about how much time it would take, I would still be a colossal tub of lard and failure.
If I had cared about how much time it would take, I would be just like everybody else.
I would exist, but I wouldn’t be alive.
A fucking zombie.
You don’t have to be a zombie. Wake up and live.
Get After It.