I met someone that had the job that I want to go into right now, although I did not know it at the time. When I met him, he asked me why I wanted to do it. As I kept giving him my answers, none of them satisfied what he was looking for, and so he told me that I needed to find exactly why.
Well, I gave that question some more thought, and I came up with a couple of good answers, but the only problem was I came up with them. I was just trying to come up with reasons that would justify why I wanted to become what I wanted to become. And then I realized, there is no deep reason, besides the fact that I just want to become what I want to become.
I just want to surround myself with people that are trying to be the best, because fuck being anything else.
I am done settling down. I am done being sub-par, and accepting weakness, and giving up. No fucking more.
I looked back to when I worked as a chef. I became a chef just because I wanted to learn how to cook, and I wanted to be damn good at it. There wasn’t any deep reason, besides the fact that I really wanted to be a chef.
I am driven by my passions.
I have no idea what I am doing, or where I am going to be, and this has been true with all the decisions I have made thus far. When I wanted to become a chef, I had no idea what it was going to be like inside that kitchen. Of course I had a guess, but it was nothing compared to the real thing.
Why did I train 18 times a week? Lifting weights, training MMA, doing ab workouts?
I just wanted to.
I like pushing myself, and the way I do that is by doing things that I think are sexy. I am obsessed with self-improvement, and I just want to be around others that are the same. Others that are not going to accept defeat, no going to give up, and will never give in the weakness.
I want it.
It’s that simple,