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Lets dig deep into the core of who we are.

Sympathy. I don't have any for you. Work harder.

Most of us, we haven't been through much of anything. You're using a computer right now. There's just no way you haven't realized how good you have it. Don't ever say that you can't do it because you're setting yourself up for failure.

Confucius once said that there are two kinds of people out there, those who say that they can do it, and those who say they can't, and they're usually both right.

It's bullshit. The whole, you can't do it. You've been through too much, that others don't understand. I want you to understand right now that if you want to change who you are, and you want to do something, then go and do it.

No it's not simple. Yes, you're going to struggle through the roughest parts of your life but until you don't grow up and face this world with every ounce of strength you have, you will not get anywhere.

You will fail if you don't put your heart and every ounce of motivation you have inside you toward your dreams. You will fail because you are weak. You rely on others for help and seek excuses before you even think about trying.

This isn't a fairy tale, this is real life, and just as it was 500 years ago, only those who are strong enough to survive, and those who want it more than anyone else, will survive. Everyone else will live their lives hoping something changes, and hoping that the miracles fall their way, without realizing that it is only themselves who have the power to change their destiny.

Work harder, because sympathy won't get you anywhere.

Watch Eric on the subject.

Cheers,
Daniel.

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First my apologies.
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it was all spit without the gears
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Words can leave you salivating
But sweat builds the fucking mountains
So don't ever forget that in a heartbeat
I could carry your dreams and forget I even did

You're swimming in it, but you can't even float
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We can all aim high but precision does the talking
It's all too simple these days
With the chatter and spread of information
We're suddenly heroes and activists

But we haven't even blinked, the AC,
It's still running. It's near silence
but its not. The inaction,
It's deafening.

Heck I've gone mute,
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that could emphasize the prolonged
dream of a typeface, the letters were blank.

It was always that way,
It was always silent because at some point
We stop pinching ourselves and assume
that it was deserved…

Click

"Click".

It switched.
Unequivocally different.
Through those hardships
We finally turned around.

Perhaps reflections and glimmers
Gave us sight when we could not claim
But the panoramic put the shimmer
To shame.

Thank you.
In this brilliance we rose
Hoping to understand why the routine
drifts away in prose

For every detail and every insight
The neurons kept firing in question,
Let us speak for it is time
To mark this audacity in rhyme.

Although subtle
The cues went noticed
The portrait tact
And yet somehow,
Obtruded.

But lets digress from these colors
Let the light paint our shadow
For the steps keep calling
with a subtle vibration

We know its time.

Let me get hurt.

Let me sit here,
Let me feel the drops,
As my heart shatters,
and your shadow drifts away.

Let us get confounded,
Let us mix emotions,
Pour them all into a melting pot,
Pour them all into a blurry past.

I want to look back,
and know that I have felt,
I want to look back and know,
That I have loved.

Because from the pain,
and from the tears,
and from the painful nights,
that I shivered through,

There were the nights,
that you held my hand,
and gave me warmth,

There were the nights,
where it was only us awake,
in the whole wide world,
It was only us who felt love.
Let me believe that it was all true,

Let my tears be for the moments that I miss,
and not for the moments that I did not live.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have lived.

Let me get hurt, because only then,
will I have loved.