You Have to Pick Yourself

If you knew how great your life could actually be…

You wouldn't hesitate for a second to go hard as fucking possible every single day.

You wouldn't snooze.

You wouldn't need "motivation".

You wouldn't pretend you're doing all you can.

You would actually do all you can.

Now.

The problem is you still believe that winning is the result of luck, circumstance or magic.

You are still waiting for someone to tap you on the shoulder and pick you.

Like a child.

You don't understand the very simple reality of winning.

It’s inputs and outputs.

It’s math.

It's being willing to go, fall on your face, learn the lesson and go again.

Relentlessly for as long as it takes.

...And you think you keep thinking 2+2=4 for everyone else but you…

…is costing you everything.

You refuse to accept the reality of the game because it allows you to feel better about your own mediocrity even if that state of mediocrity makes you miserable.

You have wallowed in it most of your life and change starts by understanding one thing:

Nobody is going to pick you.

You have to pick yourself.