I went to a seminar to accompany my friend some times ago. I heard a young professional sharing about his experience and his journey until he reached the position. This person shared about lifehacks, how to be a success at the conference. Looking at my age, the blogger is 5 years younger than me. lol
And when we went back home, I remembered that I once read an incredible blog post talking about what most famous bloggers hide from their fans. I couldn’t find the content anymore. So I’d like to re-share what I got here as I think it helps us to see ourselves among the stereotypes.
So yeah, getting up at 5 AM, drinking warm water with lemon, doing an intermittent fast, reading a book a day, meditating for 45 minutes…
…will not make us a successful person.
It doesn’t matter how many blog posts we read that claim it. It doesn’t matter how many influencers we’re following. It doesn’t matter how many people post inspirational bullshit on Instagram. It doesn’t matter how many think pieces you read on the Huffington Post.
Success does not come from applying any series of magic tricks.
Success does not come from finding some motherfucking life hack that transforms you into a productivity machine.
I really agreed at the point where most of the bloggers are putting shits on because it gets so many clicks from all the people who want to believe that the magic is real. But they aren’t enlightened beings of pure energy. They’re just like us, no matter how inspiring they seem.
Success comes from luck, timing, hard work, perseverance, and the ability to eat a lot of shit while everyone else gets ahead of you because you believe that eating that shit will pay off.
Success doesn’t come from magic tricks and micro-dosing and long-distance running, and reading stoic philosophy and anything else they tell you is the secret. Those things might help some people, sure, but they aren’t the answer to all of life’s shitty shit.
I am not a good person; I got depressed in my career, I applied for more than 1000 jobs while my friends just applied below 100, all of my closest friends are now being a VP or Head of something. I wake up late. I skip breakfast, having lunch and dinner some days. I work my ass off, but my productivity is rarely 9/10. It’s roughly around 6/10. I don’t meditate every day. I don’t float through life on some kind of cloud, where my existence buoys me up, and I can see the threads of humanity. I’m a fucking mess.
We are all fucking mess. That’s a part of being human.
So stop chasing the idealized concept of “success.”
Our mission, whether or not we choose to accept it, is to find a way to do work that we enjoy more often than we dislike it, to be there for the people we love, and to find and achieve our own metrics for happiness and satisfaction.