Follow your pain

You see it and hear it all the time. It’s written everywhere. On coffee mugs, t-shirts, TV ads, sports stores, bank flyers, banners, buildings, cars, airplanes. You’re constantly bombarded by it. Soon enough it might as well be written on the moon itself.

There are too many books on this subject and too many people who make this seem like something adventurous, straightforward and one hundred percent enjoyable.

Follow your dream.

It sounds alluring. It sounds as simple as getting in the plane and doing it as if you were already there. Going on the trip of your lifetime. Quitting your job and becoming that extraordinary rich businessman by working three days a month, partying on the rooftops of the highest buildings of the world and flying around in your own private jet. Travelling with only twenty dollars in your pocket as if it was as comfortable as an all-inclusive.

Yeah, go. Follow your dream.

What few will tell you is that the more you delve into your dream the more it transforms into pain. Most won’t tell you about the innumerable people who tried and failed. They won’t tell you about the people who had the inner strength to get through all the pain, reach their goal and then stop. That is tantamount to failing. You won’t hear about that.

They won’t tell you about the pain.

And this pain will come in many forms. Your muscles hurting when the marathon seems to be longer than you thought. That business you just opened which proves to be a big pain in the ass because you don’t know what you’re doing. The simple repetitive routine tasks of learning something new when all your friends are out having fun. Or quitting your job to follow that idea in your head and realizing that it’s way harder than you thought and you’re quickly running out of money.

But wasn’t it your dream not to do the normal stuff anymore and chase an errant way of living life instead?

Then follow your pain.

Yes, that dream you’re having right now is not really made of cold beers on a sunny beach full of hot girls. At least not all the time. In fact, not most of the time.

Most of the time, it will be pain. Pain and work. Sometimes hard work, sometimes just mundane, dreary daily tasks that no one wants to do. Pain, work and skipping the normal joys your friends are having while they’re not chasing anything in particular.

Next time when you find yourself daydreaming, choose pain. And then follow it. Pain will show you the way. If it’s not there, it means you’re not going anywhere.

This is the only way to where you want to go.

Choose your pain. Choose your pain wisely. Choose something that you are willing to endure in the long run. If you think you’ve got a good grasp of what lays ahead of you, add fifty percent more. At least fifty. Then feel it, know it, bear it, embrace it. Fall in love with it. Let it be part of who you are. Make it a daily habit to embrace your pain as if it was your only love. Follow your pain every day, everywhere.

After you do it enough, do more. One day you will start to like it. You will enjoy your pain. You will become your pain. It won’t hurt anymore. It will be part of your life.

That day will be the day when you will be able to say that you are living your dream.

Your pain will still be there without a doubt. Only that you will have gotten used to it. Your pain will be part of you. And with it, your dream.

The thing with daydreaming is that you don’t feel the pain behind living your dream every single day. You’re longing for the pleasurable things while being oblivious to the daunting challenges that inevitably come with it.

But if you remove the pain, the dream will not be there anymore. So you need to continue. You need to keep going with the pain you chose.

You need to follow your pain.


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