Beware of Tombstone Days (Reblogging)

I thought I had to reblog this post I found on Instagram, from self-made millionaire Andy Frisella.

Because I, too, go through Tombstone Days, which I have reflected on my blog sometime ago.

To our glory! 

Or a nice house.

Or had a career he loved.

Or built a life he was truly proud of.

Or earned the respect of his community

Or truly mattered.

Or was remembered for ANYTHING.

Get this through your skull: NOBODY FUCKING FEELS LIKE IT.

We all have those days where life sucks. Where we dont want to get out of bed.Where we want to punch everyone we meet in the fucking face. Where enduring one more day of your existence seems impossible.

WE ALL HAVE THOSE DAYS! ME INCLUDED.

I call these your Tombstone Days.These are the days when you want to pack it in.Your give-a-fuck ometer is at zero.

You can envision your Tombstone and it reads: Here lies Andy and then goes on to list off all the great dreams I had that could have been but are now fucking dead because Im too big a pussy to continue on.

You know exactly the days Im talking about...sometimes they last for weeks at a time.They suck....But here is the thing. This is where you find the "real secret" of success.

And the secret is so simple.Its what separates the haves from the have nots.Its what separates your dreams from reality.Its what separates greatness from average.Its what separates "what could have been" from what WILL FUCKING BE!

Here is the secret: DO IT ANYWAY. Successful DO IT ANYWAY even when they don't feel like it.Thats the NUMBER ONE MOST IMPORTANT TIP YOU WILL EVER GET FROM ME OR ANYONE ELSE.

Its the gatekeeper. Its the key-master. Its the X-Factor. Its the Holy Grail of success tips.

When you dont feel like it...and youre having a Tombstone Day where you would rather FUCKING DIE than take that next step forward on your journey that you know is REQUIRED to get to your goal...man the fuck up...and DO IT ANYWAY.

Or dont...and be like everyone else -@andyfrisella

Being Rich Means...

Being able to walk your dog at the park during the rush hour.

Being your own boss, working your own schedule.

Creating your own opportunities because you now know no one is going to give you one.

This is the significant part of the rich life.

Live your rich life and the money will follow.

My being rich feeling captured in video. I am rich, biotches!

Developing It. Not Faking It.

I choose to believe that I am a rich, prosperous, happy entrepreneur in the making. 

You could say I subscribe to the classic commandment, “Fake it till you make it.”

I am in partial agreement with the idea of “faking it” till “I make it.” My belief is that I am almost there, touching, feeling, even smelling the achievement of my Great Goal -to become a successful  media entrepreneur. 

I am not actually faking it, I am building it, indeed.

Certainly, the Great Goal as a whole is, still, an unfinished business. It can't be appreciated to its full extent as much as an unfinished work of art can't elicit any emotional or esthetical response from the beholder, who may look at the shapeless, developing project as a mere collection of meaningless elements -emphasis on meaningless.

The project only makes sense to its author. It is the author who strives to blow life into his creation, a process that usually takes an emotional and financial toll on him. 

Only the author experiences the pangs and fears derived from the creation process. The longer this process takes, the worse the amount of frightening uncertainty.

Naturally, the outside world will tend to look at the author's suffering as pitiable at worst, or something unfathomable at the best. It is this particular feedback from the outsiders that often creates an extra hardship on the aspiring entrepreneur, especially when it involves people he cares about.

It feels like an anvil being thrown down on his shoulders, on top of the heavy weight he already has to carry around.

Yet the artist and the entrepreneur must keep going. Because only the artist and the entrepreneur know why they have to pursue a dream, a vision, a purpose. In discovering why they realize this journey is a lonely and very often misunderstood adventure.

We Are Alone In Our Journey

I want to believe that a man may be beaten but not defeated.

I want to believe that times of frustration and hopelessness are indeed preparing a man for the upcoming times of success and prosperity.

When a man hits a financial rock bottom, for one, by mere logic alone, progress out of it is what lies ahead of him.

Even though it hurts a lot.

My own experience teaches me that apparently there is no God or Universe holding a safety net at anytime. You must get back on your feet all by yourself.

If God exists -which I strongly doubt-- it is in a catatonic state, utterly unable to help us. It is an inept God. Sorry for writing this, it's just the facts as I see them.

A man cannot live based on faith alone. He needs and demands results to keep it going.

Thus, a man must take massive action to reinvent and save himself, to advance towards prosperity and a chance at a better life.

The secret to keep fighting and eventually win the battle is in his very own mind.

I believe it is a dialectic operation. A man creates as much his own circumstances as circumstances create its own men.

I believe that the good and the bad that may happen upon a man is not the result of some divine intervention, or some odd alignment within the Universe.

It is the complex consequence of a man's thought and action interacting with Reality.

A man's mind can produce miracles in real life. It may take a long time. Or a lifetime.

A life lived believing in what is worth fighting for is much better than a life devoid of that Supreme Goal that pretty much feels like Home.

Achieving it is certainly possible. Only the time for its realization is uncertain.

Therefore, and despite his present circumstances, a man who has taken his first step towards his Supreme Goal and is resolved to never surrender is on his way to Glory.

For now he realizes that he only has to ways Home: death or Victory. And there is no one else to help him keep going regardless of what he may believe. No God, no Universe.

A Dark Tunnel

No matter how hard I try to stay positive, by the end of the day I still feel I am trudging through a dark, endless tunnel. Hope turns into quiet desperation.

Why is it that the two most important things I want now in my life -living together with my girlfriend, working on the job I love while making a great life- seem farther and farther away?

Ever since I can remember, I've always rejected the poor, bankrupt life. I do not want it. I'd rather go crazy than stay consciously poor indefinitely.

The limitations of poverty hurt a lot. I don't freaking want this.

It's been frustration after frustration. How much longer does God or the frigging Universe think I am gonna take it?

Certainly, I am grateful for my daughter's increasing success. I am grateful for my girlfriend's great love. I am grateful for my dog Juanita.

I am grateful for my overall health…

But these foundations are somehow threatened by my dwindling bank account and the lack of financial prospects.

Sometimes, I feel I am being forsaken by God. Sometimes, I feel I don't exist for the Universe.

Other times I wonder, what if there is no God, no Universe, and that all the good and bad things happening to me are the result of some random, cosmic, cruel joke? What if there's a God that turns out to be a mean kid playing dice with me and my fellow human beings? That's when I realize the storyteller in me is helping cope with the frustration.

I've been taking action to the best of my ability. I keep saying to myself that I have to keep going. No matter what.