Some people are rich and some aren’t. Some have a six-pack some don’t. Some people just have good luck in life and some life with bad luck. Some people are happy and some aren’t.
For many years I thought: “That’s just the way I am. And that is how they are.” Not noticing I have been the only one drawing the difference between “me” and “them”.
If “they” have something I aspire to accomplish, it is there for them as much as it is for me.
It is already there, just not mine, yet.
It is already there, I just have to find the way to get there, and stick to it.
For many years I found some uninspiring comfort in defining myself as “not that much into exercises”. My relationship to my body varied from, alright to not really appreciative.
All my Sports-Teachers underlined that statement further by successfully killing any inspiration for the subject. In fact if I learned anything it was to find ways to identify myself with my seeming miss-talent.
Somewhere on another hill in the midday head of the Turkish mountains on the rescue lane of a now not-so-busy main road I couldn’t help but laugh at the thought: “What would any of all these Sport-Teachers say if they could see me now?”. They barely saw me jogging one full round, that was if I even did show up to the lesson in the first place. And now I was cycling all the way from France to Istanbul and further.
Then I suddenly realised, I didn’t have to identify with being the lazy person. It was only my decision, one I could take on any day of my life: To be healthy in good shape.
There aren’t people who have a six pack and some that don’t. Everyone that has one, worked for it. For some it might have come easier for others harder, but for everyone, the only way to get there is drenched in sweat.
The same is true for any other subject. If it exists, the only reason something isn’t for me, is because I choose so. Because I am not willing to go there (which can of course be a legitimate reason).
That Chateau, it can be mine. This Lifestyle I can afford it. That job I can get it. This project I can accomplish it. Maybe the only question I need to ask myself is: “Am I willing to go that way, all the way? Do I want to figure out and deal with all the inconveniences, without loosing track on my desire?”
If I had to pick one lesson learned in my twenties that I find worth writing a book about that would be it:
It isn’t either you have or you haven’t.
It is either you do or you don’t.
Looking back at your 20s, what’s one lesson that stands out to you as particularly important?
Thank you for passing by, enjoy your week!
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