To Believe in One’s Dreams Is to Spend All of One’s Life Asleep

We all have these amazing dreams and goals, visions of what we could accomplish if we really tried.

I’m not going to tell you’ve failed your goals because you’ve spent three hours too long scrolling through Instagram or because you’ve checked your emails twelve times too many; only that we go where we look.

That’s how it’s always been. It’s why breakups hurt — they hurt because we can’t help but focus on it.

The path to success, however we define it, has always been clear: all we need to do is keep our heads down, to focus and keep going.

It’s starting on the path that’s hard because it looks nothing like the path we’ve envisioned. On our path, there are angels, fairies, and leprechauns lined to help and cheer for our success.
If that sounds unrealistic, that’s because it is: there’s nobody we can rely on, other than ourselves. It’s why they call it “our path” and not anyone else’s.

The fear of starting is really a fear of failure: what we’re afraid of is if we fail — then what would happen to our dreams? But that only ever considers what might happen if we do, not what if we didn’t.

If we do, and nothing goes our way — meaning we failed miserably and completely; we’ll have failed and that’s that.

But if we never try, it’s guaranteed that nothing will go our way, and we’ll have failed miserably and completely anyways.

The good that comes from acknowledging the worst-case scenario comes from realizing the difficulty of our paths; when we do, we accept the truth for what it is — that our dreams have no easy path, and we wake up.

We no longer dream.

But that’s a good thing because those dreams can now become a reality — a reality that we can control, starting with things the things we’re addicted to.

There is time; it’s just a matter of reclaiming it — our three hours and twelve emails too many.

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