How to get shit done?
When no one gives you a shit.
No one is lower than you. Or bigger. Nothing is beneath you. Go grab your ego, put it on a table and cut its fucking head off. That’s what you got to do. Now. Rip it. Rip it off from you.
You don’t get shit done by waiting for others to come to you. By having that sophisticated attitude. Even if you are the president of your country. You still have to reach out to people. Ask them. Call them. Shout out to them. Holler at them. Till they cant say no anymore. Till they are like, let me respond to this guy at least once. Silence is overrated. Calmness is overrated. Waiting for people to come to you is overrated. What people think about you is the most overrated statement in the world.
That guy is not responding. Probably he is not interested. Probably he does not like me or my idea. Probably he is busy. Well fuck his interests and likes. You don’t have to fucking care. That’s his responsibility to care about. You care about what you should be fucking care about — YOU. Until you are thrown out of his building. Even then you come out to the roads and give a shout out to him. You say what you want to say. You tell whats your value proposition is. You tell how you can help him. You holler what is in it for him. Don’t take no for an answer. A no is just a visiting card. You see it, you smile at it and you fucking put it in a dustbin. You don’t keep it in your wallet or closet and keep looking at it every now and then.
Do you think you have earned respect? Do you think you have earned people’s good will that they will come to you all by themselves? Do you think that what is important to you is important to others too? Do you think that your self respect is more important than the opportunities you chase? Well screw that. Nothing is more important than “getting shit done”. Even if you were to grovel for something to happen, you do. You are the scummiest person you could ever meet. You are the sewage. You are the fucking road every one walks on. Who fucking cares? You get things done. You create value. You help people. You generate revenue. You reach out to people. You touch lives. You enable others. You give back more than you have ever gotten in your life. That is what fucking matters.
The phone you use, the tools you use, the social media you are always on, the rice you eat, the curries you love, the roads you walk on, the beautiful buildings you see. Everything in this world is peoples hard work. Do you think these would have been possible only if people worked with the ones that respected them. The ones they had the same wavelength with ? Or these would have happened only if all people understood the importance and gave a crap about it? Of course no. These got done, because some one believed in it. Some one, who would not care what others think about him. Some one who would not take no for an answer. Some one who lead. Some one who was the change in a life full of mediocrity and monotones.
You think you have the option, the leeway to choose whom to work with? You believe that you can get things done by choosing the kind of people you work with, the kind of people you have a wavelength with? Do you believe that you can get anything done by that way? Do you truly believe that?
You get things done for people. You show movement. You show change. You show out of box. You show pumped up. You show genuineness. You show care for value. You show value all the time. You show you mean business. And even if people say no, you still keep at it. You are a fucking stalker. That’s what you are. That’s should be your fucking TITLE.
You can come home and cry. You are allowed that. You don’t have to eat your humility. You can go to a church, a temple. Go and cry your heart out. Bitch about all the wrong doings of all the wrong people in this wrong world. Just spit it out. Hit on a fucking punching bag if you want. Cry your heart out. You then come back. You come back to reality. You are the shit who gets shit done. And nothing, nothing (fucking) else matters.
