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Now, obviously, this is a website/blog that is centered on cooking, chefs, and food. 99% of what we write about will always be centered on these topics; however, every now and then I’d like to touch on some other areas as well. I have been working my ass off for a long time. I am tired as Hell. In the last year alone, even if I had earned minimum wage for the amount of hours of work I have put in, I would be able to buy a mansion right about now. I am not complaining. I am willing to do what I have to do to get where I want to be.
What I am tired of is hopping on social media and seeing countless people bitch and complain about how they “work so hard”, but really, they put in 8 hours of mindless work a day. Or worse, some of the people I speak to who insist on telling me how “the struggle is real” and how they really just need something to motivate them.
Let me let you in on a little secret of life that you will soon cling to as a supreme truth – There is not a single person on this planet that is capable of sufficiently motivating you, and more importantly, nobody cares enough to try.
The people crying this nonsense scream the voice of children who grew up with a little too much money and not enough “no’s”. It sounds as if they’ve observed certain people who have achieved success and have somehow fallen under the delusion that these tasks are easy to accomplish. Unfortunately, these people are soon to find out that it is sure as hell not easy. Please understand, I am not judging anybody. View what I am saying as if I am watching a scary movie and we are at that one scene where everybody knows that the bad guy is about to pounce on the blonde haired girl – that is, everybody except her.
If I seem excited, it’s because I have seen this movie. I know very well that the happy ending I have been waiting and hoping for is never coming. Even though this is the case, I can not help but still shout “He’s RIGHT there – WATCH OUT” to the naive female wandering around this movie like a helpless mouse about to cross paths with that California King Snake.
Let me tell you a variation of a story I’ve heard that will contribute to the message I am carrying:
There was once a Young man who one day decided that he wanted to be successful. He was not aware of how to accomplish this task or what success entailed, however, he was certain that this was his deepest wish. In a desperate attempt to learn the path to success, he seeks out an all-knowing/all-wise old guru. Certainly, this man will have the key to success. I mean, after all, the guy knows everything.
So, the question is how to be successful and the answer lies within the old man. Finally, the answer to the young man’s question will be answered and he can promptly shift his attention away from all of this annoying seeking and onto simply being successful. The young man approaches the guru and asks his question of how to be successful. Of course, the old man knew the answer. He tells the young man, “So you say you want to be successful? Okay, meet me at the beach tomorrow morning at 4 a.m.”
The young man is thinking to himself, “What the hell are we going to do at the beach and more importantly, why does it have to be at 4 a.m.”? He’s in no position to question anybody, though, so he skeptically makes his way to the beach the next morning. The old man is there waiting, and once approached says, “Here lies the answer to your question. Begin heading out into the ocean and you will discover what you seek.”
The young man is thinking to himself he must have gotten to the guru a little too late, past the point of wisdom and into dementia. But where else is he to turn if the guru is unable to give him life’s secrets?
He makes his way into the water and stands there with half of his body submerged. The guru tells him to go further. He goes a little further. The guru says further. He goes slightly more. The guru sees that this young man will never get to the point that he needs to get to without his assistance, so he hastily makes his way out into the water himself and meets the young man where he stands. He asks one more time, “Are you sure you want to be successful?” Quickly after receiving a nodding yes, the guru takes the young man’s head and submerges it under water, holding it there. 30 seconds pass – and then a minute – and then a minute & thirty seconds – has this old man gone crazy? At last, he releases the young man’s head and he emerges gasping for air.
Confused and shaken he asks the man, “What the hell was that for, you psycho?” The old man replies, “What did you want to do more than anything in the world when your head was under water?” The old guru was pretty much drowning the kid. He obviously said, “I wanted to breathe more than anything in the world.”
The wise guru replied, “When you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, you will then do so.”
Our feet are capable of screaming much louder than our voices could ever dream of. Those with lack of ambition say they want one thing, but what are their actions saying? They seem to believe they’ve experienced the struggles of life, but please listen very carefully when I say this: most people with no motivation haven’t experienced shit.
There are people out there right now, January 7th, 2016 whose dream it is to eat a meal and make it into the homeless shelter tonight before the max capacity is reached – do you think anybody feels any sympathy for less dire situations? Hell no. I certainly do not. If it were easy, everybody would do it. It is not anybody’s job to motivate you. Life should serve as a sufficient resource for that. Unfortunately, some people have been dealt a watered-down version thus far and have yet to truly understand its true power. When their desire to get motivated extends beyond travel plans and onto “I’m so hungry what am I going to eat?” or “Where am I going to sleep?”, I am willing to bet the “motivation” will be found.
So, here we are, watching the same movie that we have seen far too many times. The creepy music begins to play. The camera angle shifts to that “you better watch this” zoom angle. Blondie is wandering around like she has never even heard of this deranged psychotic villain. The hair on my arms begins to stand up. I know she is never going to hear me, as she has yet to acknowledge the prior 80 times I’ve attempted to warn her. Even so, I cannot help but yell WATCH OUT.
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