My mission in life is to think small, live within my comfort zone, and shoot for realistic goals.
I’m going to a attend an overpriced 4 year college in a major I randomly picked out of a hat, rack up enough student loans to put me in debt for the next 10 years, and find an average day job with good benefits where expectations are low, I can skate by from merely showing up, and make enough to pay off my student loans.
I’ll marry a woman my parents and friends approve of, throw an extravagant wedding neither of us can afford, and have 2.5 kids hoping we get them into a good school and have enough money leftover after expenditures to put towards their college fund.
I’ll take a 2 week vacation every year to a cliché destination spot where I’ll pay 3 times more for drinks and spend the majority of my time laying on the beach turning over every 15 minutes to get an even tan.
During the week I will wake up to an annoying alarm clock, quickly scrub my body in the shower, drink my coffee, and rush off to work where I’ll sit in traffic, become enraged because I’m going to be late for work again for the 2nd time that week, and later, explain to my boss that it’ll never happen again.
At work I will daydream about what my life could be like while sitting in on endless meetings where we analyze data reports and get scolded for not meeting our quota the previous month.
After enduring another grueling and monotonous 8 hour shift, I will walk hopelessly to my car, head to the nearest bar, and proceed to drink until my anxiety dissipates and I can have a normal conversation with someone without wanting to strangle them or hang myself.
On my way home, I’ll freshen up so my wife doesn’t smell the stench of draft beer on my breath and try to come up with a good story for where I’ve been for the last 4 hours.
After arriving home, I’ll hang up my monkey suit, slither into bed, and mentally escape into my favorite TV series for an hour before passing out and repeating this routine 4 more times that week.
On the weekends, I will go out and get hammered with my buddies, or take the family somewhere nice where I will also get hammered.
By Sunday, I will feel like shit, lay on the couch all day not wanting to do anything, and dread the idea of work on Monday.
I will repeat this routine every week and every year for the next 40 years of my one life, until I finally retire, my company fucks me out of my pension, and my wife and I have to eek by on social security checks.
From that point forward, statistically, I will have roughly 5 years to live before the regrets build up and I realize I blew my life away trying to live a life outlined by the status quo.
I will die, be buried in the local cemetery, and soon be forgotten.
THE MESSAGE: Don’t let this be your story. Don’t settle. Dream BIG. Think outside of the box. Don’t follow the crowd. Do work that excites you. Don’t live your life based on how others think you should live it. Figure out the life YOU want to live, and never stop until that vision becomes a reality.
Don’t live ordinary. Live EXTRAORDINARY!
Much love <3