Life really sucks sometimes. Sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, your heart racing, your breathing heavy. You wake up in the morning with no motivation to do anything but crawl in a hole and die. You feel…
Like you aren’t good enough
Like you’ll never be good enough
Like you never should have been born.
But I want to tell you something.
You are worth it.
You are 1000x worth it.
Do you realize, that the chances of you having been born, were 1 in 400 trillion?
Let’s run through a few things that could happen in your life, that are more likely than being given that life in the first place…
Odds of bowling a 300 game: 1 in 11,500
Odds of being injured by fireworks: 1 in 19,556
Odds of drowning in the bathtub: 1 in 685,000
Odds of being struck by lightning: 1 to 576,000
Odds of dating a millionaire: 1 in 215
Odds of dating a supermodel: 1 in 88,000
Odds of a meteor landing on your house: 1 in 182,138,880,000,000
And yet you continue to say that you are unlucky, just because something poor happened during your day. Yet you continue to tell yourself that you wish you were never born. That you would be better off dead.
Look, I get it. Truly, I get it. I’ve been there, done that, gone back, and come out again. I’ve been through my own personal hell and back. I struggle with those sorts of thoughts on a daily basis. But there’s this huge difference between you and I.
You see, I have begun actively focusing on making my life the best it can possibly be. I don’t want to have to deal with the bullshit anymore. I want to make something out of myself.
I know me saying this to you won’t do much; if you are anything like me, it takes actually experiencing something for me to want to make a change. Regardless, I want you to do one thing for me, if you do nothing else in your life for anyone else.
I want you to sit down and think about how goddamn lucky you are to be alive. Think about this even further, the fact that you are sitting in front of a computer screen, and you are able to read all that I have written. Think about the clothes on your back and the roof over your head.
Instead of sitting around in bed all day, moping around, hating yourself and your life, get off your ass and do something with your life.
Go throw paint onto a canvas and call it abstract art.
Run five miles as fast as you possibly can.
Write – physically, with pen and paper – what you plan on doing with your life. Type it up and throw it online for the world to see.
Go out with your camera and take pictures of whatever the hell you find to be pretty.
So what if nobody cares about what it is you are creating? As long as you care about it, as long as it speaks to you, then it needs to be done. Then it is “good enough.” Then you are “good enough.”
Go out and do something, because you are so damn lucky to be alive.