Today, I'm poppin' a u-ey in the opposite direction.
Buckle up, homies. Du's taking you on a ride.
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I scan my badge, adjust my tie, and take my first step into the elevator of a 577 foot skyscraper in the heart of downtown.
"This is it," I thought.
"MAMA WE MADE IT."
Straight A's? Yes sir.
Friday nights in the library? One hundo.
Learning how to analyze stocks and shit? Lol. It's ya boy!!!
As long as I diligently followed a blueprint that would essentially guarantee a $300k salary and 4,000 sq. ft. house by 30, I would become the poster child of "success" and live happily ever after.
Ask any Asian kid what he's majoring in and chances are, it'll have something to do with medicine, law, or finance.
But lo and behold, my parents assured me that administering rectal exams and laminating documents were tasks reserved for men of great honor and respect.
Alright. I feel that.
Everything I did was based upon whether it would increase my chances of eventually embodying this elusive vision of success.
Journalism? ASB? Sorry, but you're gonna have to miss me with that bullshit.
But as history knows best, even Rome falls.
Seemingly out of nowhere, I just got really, really sad.
Not just a couple bad days here and there.
We're talking perpetual darkness.
I knew I had to figure out what was up, but I ended up not doing anything about it.
Instead, I simply rationalized it as normal, a necessary price to pay on the path to success.
Successful people don't get sad.
Weak people get sad.
I am successful.
Stop being sad.
But like an antibiotic, a quick-fix prescription is never not temporary.
Demons can learn how to swim.
Big Nate is a college dropout who started his own dropshipping biz and managed to scale it to 6 figs in a mere 6 months.
And above all, they were clearly HIGH on life.
No further questions asked.
Defining what success means TO YOU, and unapologetically getting after it.
Instead of figuring out what I wanted, I let fear of failure, looking stupid, and not living up to expectations tell me what to want.
10 hours a day, 5 days a week.
That night, I hopped on the keys and wrote a full-scale action plan figuring out exactly what I needed to do in order to "unfuck" myself.
- Networked into a new role within my firm to get after flexibility
- Started my own ecom biz to get after passion and freedom
- Shot my shot at some "out of my league" cuties to get after… well, cuties
- Strong relationships with people I dig
- A relentless sense of personal growth
- The ability to help others by providing genuine value to the world
My, and only my, definition of success.
Excellent question, young grasshopper.
Prestige will give us respect.
Materialism will make us happy.
If you want to be a rich lawyer, more power to you.
But YOU have to be the one wanting it.
Not your parents. Not society. You.
With our level of work ethic, ambition, and talent, the sky is quite literally the limit.
Use it to your advantage.
All the highs. All the lows.
Some shitty jokes sprinkled in here and there.