<div class="bbWrapper">This week last year I decided to become an "entrepreneur" and make the BIG BUCKS! F*ck my parents and their negativity towards my untameable entrepreneurial spirit, and F*ck my friends for only wanting to play video games and go out for food! Exotic cars, here I come!<br />
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...I even setup and automatic email that I received a few days ago saying "you better be driving a Blue Cepheus Lamborghini Aventador".<br />
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Little did I know...<br />
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Here's a quick overview of what I've <b>actually</b> done for 365 days:<br />
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- developed irrational phobias due to high stress<br />
- got accepted into film school (which I have no desire to pursue as a career)<br />
- realized just how much my parents are negatively affecting me<br />
- played a lot of Grand Theft Auto to take my mind off reality<br />
- made a lot of music<br />
- learned a bit about copywriting<br />
- started giving less of a F*ck<br />
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So really, I've done nothing related to solving others' needs. Haha! Good stuff.<br />
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Yet every single day I'm being taunted by my mother that "I only have x months before I have to live on my own". They don't mean it and I know it, they don't have the guts to kick me out. But saying that shit everyday, it might as well be the truth.<br />
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Ah... What the F*ck man. I remember it being December 31st, and me telling myself that 2015 will be the year I succeed and finally make something of myself. Yet here I am, just a little bit more educated and a lot more angry. <br />
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I guess, the point I'm trying to make here is... If you tell yourself <b>you're going to be successful next time this year</b>, you're kidding yourself unless you're already doing things that will make you successful. I was trying to run before I knew how to use my legs. I couldn't even see my legs! I still don't. But at least now I know how to pace myself better, and can try and implement some of the methods I learned in the book. <br />
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And best of all, the only thing on my mind is the post I made here about becoming a fastlane musician, and how I disregarded every piece of the golden advice given to me. I decided I was too good for making tutorial videos, and that I didn't have the patience to host my own music show on Twitch. I can't even bring myself to get in touch with a singer because I feel like my instrumentals are incompetent. F*ck!<br />
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yet every day i wake up and wonder what life would be like if all i had to do was make music day and night. it would be F*cking beautiful. i can just picture myself meeting the producers i talk to on twitter, or meeting the famous producers i stalk on snapchat everyday. how in the world do i focus myself on what's most important to me?</div>
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