I wish someone would've sat me down, very seriously, a long time ago and told me to do what I love. Like, "Do that thing that comes to you, that thing that you fantasize about with strange visions of all sorts of people and places."
We all had that. But, somewhere along the lines, things change. We "grow up" or do something "practical" or do what we think we're "supposed" to be doing. Then we look outwards for approval, promotions, and judge our self-worth and success based on our bank accounts. Don't get me wrong, money matters. It's an evil little thing that we need to get creative with in order to not totally feel like we've sold our souls and pay ever-increasing rent.
The truth is, if you love your daydream enough, you'll do whatever it takes to make it happen - money becomes no object just a means to an end.
I just spent the past 6 weeks living in a van, traveling the East Coast of the United States and met all sorts of people. From a semi-pro surfer on the rise to river people that chase rapids around the country to a woman who's devoted her life to getting Asian Americans into Congress to marijuana experts to Scottish oyster farm workers. You name it, I saw it.
But when we got talking, we always landed on one topic. What someone does for a living and how they wish they were living. It made sick man, to hear what people wish they could've or would've done, speaking with regret or some sort of denial-ish acceptance. They spoke like, it was too late, like they'd become this "thing" and they are somehow married to their identity. It's not true!
When you meet someone living or at least trying to live their daydream, there's something different about them. There's an energy, fire behind piercing eyes, a face that's smiled a lot, and sometimes a dark side that only proves that blazing your own trail is full of trials and tribulations. But if there's one thing I learned on this trip, living one of my dreams, it is that the good comes with the bad and both have equal standing and importance. If you embrace the bad days as loving and accepting as the good days, well... I don't need to tell you, but give it a shot and let me know how it goes.
Maybe, this is it. This is me, sitting you down and telling you to do what you love. Failing is part of the process. Being judged is part of the trial. Hating yourself and questioning everything is part of the process. Finding yourself on the most wicked ride with endless opportunity unfolding ahead of you, this is it. You're doing it. Cliche AF, but this is your life, make the most of it and if you do, you'll automatically give other people the permission to do the same. It's never too late. You're just a body housing a soul that's asking you to chase love until the end of time.