There’s Something I Want to Tell You.

“Follow your passion.”

“But I’m passionate about so many things. How can I possibly focus? How can I choose?”

“Pick one and go for it. It doesn’t matter which one. You will find out as you go whether it’s good for you or not, but give it everything you’ve got. Life is long. Give it five years of your life, or ten, and then, if you like, you can pursue something else, another passion. You will amaze yourself at where you are after giving yourself for five years to one passion.”

“But I’m so tired. I don’t have time!”

“You have an hour every morning before everyone else gets up. Set your alarm. One hour a day is 7 hours per week, 365 hours a year. In five years, that is more than 1500 hours. Do you have any idea what you can accomplish in 1500 hours?”

“Wake up early? Uuuugghhhhhh…”

“Or stay up late. Or give up one show per night. Spend one hour less on Facebook. Eat ramen noodles instead of cooking a gourmet meal. Take a sandwich to work and eat it over your lunch hour while focusing on your passion. Tell someone “no” when they ask for your time. Your passion matters. Find your hour to grow the part of yourself that is dying to break through, the part that will make you what you were born to be.”

“But I still don’t know what I want to do.”

“Then spend your hour figuring it out. In five years you will, at minimum, know something you *don’t* want to do, and that is progress.”

“It all seems like a lot of work.”

“It is. It is indeed. If it were easy, everyone would do it. It is hard and it is scary, and you will hate it sometimes. You will want to quit, and sometimes you will quit, and then you will beat yourself up because you didn’t keep going. You will become convinced that you suck and that you will never amount to anything and that it is useless. If you hope to ever succeed, you’ll get back up again and try again even though you have no idea whether it even matters.”


“So don’t do it if you don’t want to. Let your life eke itself out day by dreary day, slowly trudging toward its end. Go to work, collect your paycheck, drink to forget your troubles, watch a show for the endorphin high, and then go to bed. Teach your kids to keep their heads down at school so they can follow in your footsteps.”


“Or accept that you are an amazing, unique, never-before-seen, never-again-to-exist spark of light in this world, and that you deserve to shine. That the world deserves to see you shine. That your singular spark of genius is worth working for, worth digging for, that you are worthy of an hour of your own time every day. Know that what you will contribute to the world will make a difference, and that your passion is the sign pointing to the thing you can do that no one else can do like you can.”


“Yes. You. Choose. Every day you get to choose: Ordinary or Extraordinary. It’s entirely up to you.”