It’s easy to sit on the sidelines and watch it all go by.
I’ve done it. You’ve done it. People around you and I do it every single day.
There it goes, right now, while you read this.
What is it? What is all this going by?
Opportunity.
Not opportunity easily grasped, I warn.
It’s an opportunity to throw yourself so completely into your mission, your goal, that everything else shrinks in stature.
What is it? What is your mission, your goal?
Bleed For It.
Do not be gentle with your goal; run it down hard and scream its name. Bleed For Its attainment, its fruition. Do not be a victim to circumstance or an addict to comfort; a mental and emotional death knocks at the door.
That death is an easy death to accept; just look around.
It’s easy to fall victim to circumstance, to blame the world or things of the world for your misfortune. It’s easy to map your life to comfort, the readily available drug of common men and women.
(Tip: Blame Yourself Blindly)
It is NOT easy to Bleed For It, something born of desire, or some mission rooted in your values and beliefs. It is NOT easy to commit to greatness or inspiration or excellence.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
There it is: that vile death of circumstance and comfort.
It knocks while you watch opportunity go by. There is no in-between; the in-between are satisfied and do not bleed. They rest and watch and map their lives to comfort, comfort of state.
Bleed For It.
That thing that rips you out of bed in the morning and keeps you awake at night, the one built with early Saturdays and late Sundays, the one that calls you through pouring rain and up tall peaks; do not let it pass by. Grasp the opportunity for its difficulty and hold on tight; leave no room for questions.
Blistered feet, callused hands, bleary eyes.
Welcome to the Wicked Trail…