I don’t love work. I love what can happen if you work. If you don’t work, you can’t even hope. If you work, you can hope. Maybe your dreams will come true… and maybe not.
I listen to ppl who say that if you envisage it, it will come true. They either hold a mystical view of life, where we control everything, in some slippery way, as long as we “keep our eye on the prize”. Others say that ultimately, every bit of you is your responsibility and if you do not achieve your dreams, it’s your fault, again, assuming you are fully in control of your life.
I listen to others who say you can break your butt as much as you like, if you don’t have the talent, you can kill yourself 18 hours a day for 10 years, and you won’t achieve what you want. Their message, understand what you are the best at and do that. And if you aren’t the best at something, do you what you are most best at. And adjust accordingly.
I listen to ppl who have a third view. That’s for another post. I believe in hard work. Because if you don’t work, and work hard (yes… and smart), you don’t even get to step on the floor. I want to be on the floor. I was made for it. So were you.