Idle hands are the devil’s tools.
“Nobody wants to work.”
Bullshit. Everyone wants to work. Nobody wants to do unfulfilling, boring, shitty work.
It’s all about making a choice.
Are you going to do unfulfilling, boring, shitty work or are you going to do work that fires you up?
Work that gets you out of bed in the morning because you can’t fucking wait to do it.
Back in the days of my office jobs I’d hit the snooze button repeatedly. Over and over. I didn’t want to go in to work. I wanted to stay home for as long as possible, even a few more seconds.
I thought I had to do it. I thought I had to work somewhere just to work.
Looking back all my jobs were a complete and total waste. I was never able to save any money, they sure as hell weren’t fulfilling, they were just a big ol’ waste of time.
But I had rent to pay, car payments to pay, insurance to pay, credit card payments to pay, and all that extra bullshit that comes along with being a minion.
I had the mindset of “I’ll just do this until…..“.
Until what?
I win the fucking lottery?
Somehow, I get a business going without doing any work on it?
I think a lot of people have that mindset.
They think to themselves “this is just a temporary job. I’ll just do it until my real thing comes along“…
But they just wait and wish on it instead of work and build on it.
Or they say “I don’t want to risk it. I’ve got a steady paycheck here and I’ve got bills to pay“…
Well then. They have made their decision. I have made my decision. It’s time for you to make YOUR decision.
I have said a billion times you have more opportunity than any generation that ever lived.
The internet is a Godsend for aspiring entrepreneurs.
So even if you have to spend your days slugging through a dreary, boring job you can use your FREE TIME to work on your REAL work, whatever that may be.
Or you can be like me, use your time at the office to do your REAL work until the day your boss calls you into the office to see what your priorities are.
You can lie to him and say “Boss man, my priorities are here with this wonderful company”
OR…
You can be like me and say “Boss man, my priorities are elsewhere. Here is my two week’s notice“.
You can look down the barrel of a gun and face your fears. You can see what you’re made of.
Or you can stay at the end of a whip.
You can work to make OTHERS rich, you can work for scraps and peanuts.
Some people aren’t cut out to be leaders and go-getters, but those motherfuckers shouldn’t be reading FRAUDS & LIARS.
Those Prison Pandas should be reading yahoo! celebrity news and getting fatter by the second.
You must work, and you must do fulfilling work to be a happy, fulfilled man.
There isn’t a soul on this planet who is completely happy and fulfilled by NOT working. The Office Space dream of “I’d do nothing” is just a pipe dream. That would be a very horrible life.
Look to the ghetto dawgs living on welfare and see how happy they are…
Look to the occupy wall streeters living on daddy’s dough to see how happy they are…
Look to the housewife who outsources her work to nannies, daycares, and washing machines and spends her days watching television to see how happy she is…
Those people don’t work for their dough and are about as happy as herpes.
Everybody needs to work to feel useful, to feel accomplished, and to be able to sleep at night.
Even if you’re stuck in a shit job in a shit cubicle you can still do meaningful work.
Find the time, make the time, visualize and then take action.
Do a little building everyday and one day you have built a skyscraper.
You will find success after you have been tested.
Success will not come without temptation to QUIT.
Give in to temptation and you deserve what you get.
Fuck your quitting.
Fuck your whining.
Fuck your complaining.
Fuck your lack of achievement.
Fuck your naysaying friendly friends and family.
Fuck your self-doubt.
Fuck your “lack of energy”.
Fuck your lack of money and resources.
And if you aren’t ready to kill it then FUCK YOU.
Go complain to your mommy…
Go complain to your girlfriend…
Go complain to your office co-workers…
They’re used to it.
Until next time.
Your man,
-Elijah “The Realist”