If This Was My Last Blog Post Ever

What would I write about?

This thought came across my mind the other day and it’s a helluva question.

What if I had just one more opportunity to share with you guys, one more blog post, one more chance to hopefully inspire…

and help you become the best man you can possibly be;

what would I write about?

What would I want to communicate to you?

What would be the most important topic which I could talk about?

This was tough. Really tough.

The reality is, I’m NOT guaranteed tomorrow.

None of us are.

Our time in life is fleeting and goes by in the blink of an eye.

It seems like just yesterday that I was 21 and slinging back Jager shots at college bars.

Time certainly does fly.

If this was my last post, here’s EXACTLY what I would do:

I would write an open letter to you in the form of telling my younger self some life advice.

Here it is.

Dear Young Elijah,

You’re 21 years old and one cocky motherfucker.

Your cockiness will diminish and turn into confidence, but you still have your insecurities.

Everyone does.

It’s okay to feel down sometimes.

It’s okay to wonder what your purpose is in life.

Everyone does at one point or another.

Life is going to kick you squarely in the teeth, knock a couple out and at the same time punch you so hard in the balls you fall to the ground and vomit.

But you will get back up.

Every girl you meet (and there will be many) will add to your journey called life. 

Some will crush you. 

You will crush some of them.

Some you will love and some you will hate… and some you will simply love to hate.

There will be some real beauties and there will some chicks that you would be embarrassed for ANYONE to see you in public with.

But that’s okay; they’re practice girls.

The important thing is, is that you will learn how to handle them and your life will smooth out in the relationship department.

Money and Girls.

Figure those two out son and your life is pretty much figured out.

You won’t figure them out for some time.

You’ll be broke, homeless and heartbroken and sometimes flat out confused.

But you’ll come out much stronger because of it.

You’ll develop true grit that simply cannot ever be bought.

It has to be learned through the school of hard knocks.

At some point you will start writing and you write for men.

You write so that they can maybe get a leg up on life.

Maybe your advice and stories will give them a glimpse of how pain and hardship can develop into something truly great.

A mentor of yours will one day tell you that, “through pain we create art” and you will simply create.

Some will listen.

Some will not.

That’s okay.

You’re planting the seeds, but you might NOT see the harvest.

At certain points in your life you will feel like giving up.

Quitting.

Throwing in the towel and saying “fuck this”, but a quiet voice in your head will say “Don’t stop. Keep going”.

You will listen to that voice.

You will fight it at times and truly be on the verge of settling in life for average, but you will keep kicking, fighting and pushing until you reach your goals.

You will make friends easily, but you will also experience the pain of getting stabbed in the back by those closest to you.

You will develop trust issues, but over time you will learn how to trust, but NOT be foolish.

You will learn how to lead, but also how to follow.

You will learn how to grow through pain, but NOT be paralyzed because of the pain.

You will learn that at the end of the day you have your balls and your own back.

Looking to others can be a waste of time and you will learn that if you don’t do it, it simply won’t get done.

Life has a funny way of throwing curve-balls, but you will learn to hit a few out of the park.

Sometimes life will strike you out, but you don’t stay on the bench.

Instead, you will get back up to bat and try, try again.

You will learn the only thing that defines a failure is one who stops trying.

You will learn that it is NOT failing if you haven’t quit.

This will serve you extremely well in life.

You will reach certain goals and realize that much of your joy came from the journey, not the actual accomplishment of the goal.

You have always been impatient, but eventually you realize that you must do what you can and simply let the rest go.

You will learn that pity parties, feeling sorry for yourself and wishing, is one big waste of time.

Only through doing and doing and doing… will you realize that you actually control more of your life than you actually realize.

Grab life by the balls son.

Kick life in the teeth.

Never take ‘no’ for an answer and DON’T dream your dreams, get up off your ass and go out and make them fucking happen.

If you don’t, they won’t.

I would say good luck, but you know you make your own ‘luck’.

Sincerely,

Old Man Elijah