“You’ve got something none of us have… you’re sittin on a winning lottery ticket, you’re too much of a pussy to cash it in and that’s bullshit…”
This is a great scene in the movie, Good Will Hunting, that I was reminded of recently.
I’ve been mentioning before that I want to start making this more of a lifestyle design/travel hybrid blog. I want to explain this. This movie clip and specific quote explain why. I’m a firm believer that if you truly want something bad enough, you can and will make it happen.
You see, I wasn’t raised with the world at my fingertips.
I don’t come from money and I wasn’t given a free ride.
What I do come from is passion, dedication and hard work.
I come from a family of people who if they wanted it bad enough, they made it happen.
I’m a first generation citizen of this country.
My grandpa was involved with the Bracero program in the 50’s and early 60’s. For years, he would go work sugar beet fields when in season then go back to Mexico to build a name for himself and eventually foundation for a family.
He was ambitious and hungry for another life. A better life. Not only for him, but eventually his children and future grandchildren.
Why am I telling you this?
I want to talk about what being hungry is. What being passionate is.
My life was/is a dream compared to how my parents and grandparents had it.
I’ve never worked a field a day in my life.
I did grow up seeing food stamps and poverty and bills barely being met. That wasn’t what I really noticed though.
I took hold of other lessons.
I remember my dad, while he was around, asking me what I wanted to create. He challenged me to be better, to do better. He would let me try and fail and after I was down and frustrated, he swooped in with a fresh idea and would help me tackle projects.
We made art together. Our soccer skills would put people to shame. (I was a kid and dreamed big) He helped me think up business ideas. If I dreamed of something he pushed me to dream bigger.
Still to this day I see my mom’s dedication and love. Unknowingly she was my protector and instigator at the same time. She whipped me into who I am.
She demanded respect and demanded me to have respect for others. Above all, she required that I have respect for myself.
She believed I could have the world and pushed me to realize it. A single mother of 2, working multiple jobs while consistently working towards her double bachelors and eventually masters degree.
She was the example of where dedication and passion can take you.
As I grew, she fed fuel to my passions and desires.
I was 11 and wanted money to invest in my own ventures. She drove me around town as I delivered newspapers. She gave me the earnings and I would buy things I wanted and invested in other little business ventures and ideas I had.
She believed in everything I did.
Beyond all of that, her drive to show me the world transferred over to me. She made it a point to take me on a big trip every two years growing up. She would save up and every two years we traveled somewhere.
We went to Mexico, road tripped to California and backpacked parts of Europe. We did/do a lot.
Keep in mind this was all earned. None of it was given to us.
I ranted for a bit…
I know most of you if any, may not relate to my story and that’s fine.
What I’m trying to work around to saying is, take a look at where you are at.
There are shitty places on this earth to live in.
I want to say something though, if you are able to read this, right now, then…
YOU have the opportunity to do something.
YOU have the opportunity to be something.
YOU have the opportunity to chase your dreams.
“you’re sittin on a winning lottery ticket, you’re too much of a pussy to cash it in and that’s bullshit…”
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard people make excuses for their unhappiness or lack of will. They tell me that it’s because of how I was raised that I can push myself to try and pursue new and exciting things.
That’s bullshit. Yes, I learned from my family and took away a lot of lessons from them.
I choose my lifestyle. I choose to wake up and actively pursue things that make me exited.
You have the same if not similar opportunities that I have, you just have to be willing to make the conscious decision to actually try.
If you’re not willing to take a chance on yourself, why would anybody else?
Cash in that lottery ticket you’re sitting on.