I’ve been reading a lot lately, it seems that the story of success goes the same way every time. First you get a little guy, who has the guts to say he’s (generalizing here, not gender specific) going to do something huge. All of his peers tell him that he’s crazy, it’ll never work, what are you trying to pull?, you shouldn’t do things like that to yourself, etc.

So a little disgruntled the little guy says who are they to tell me what I can and can’t do? Burns away his past expectations and limitations, then works really freaking hard to make his dreams come true. Success!!!

A little while later, something happens when he gets in contact with his old peers, and they tell him he’s so lucky. While burning and aching inside to tell them to **** off, or willing them to burn in the pits of hell, he smiles knowingly and say’s “something like that.”

Why is it in this world that you are always crazy to start, and lucky to finish?Better question, are you the naysayer or the crazy/lucky bastard going out to live his dreams?