When you only come in contact with you, you have to be special. When, however, you’re forced to converse and compete against others, you realize that you haven’t done shit. (Read This: You’re Not Perfect Just The Way You Are)
Our younger generations are more of the former. Their relationships are less in person and more online. Competition is discouraged in their schools and differences are shunned rather than praised. In a world where you don’t compete and don’t communicate, of course you’re going to be special just the way you are.
I was talking to a buddy the other day who’s visiting a big city, one filled with millennial’s and devoid of proper hygiene. That was his observation…
These people don’t take care of themselves. You can see the grease in their hair, their lack of pride in how they carry themselves and how they work.
It’s true. And it makes sense.
When you’re told you’re “special just the way you are” like you’ve been told your entire life and others have to accept who you are, you don’t care about improvement. In fact, improvement goes against everything you believe and everything you’ve been told.
How can you improve what is already perfect?
And so they remain. They remain closed to the world, closed to different ways of thinking, and they remain broke as the cost of living increases and they’re too preoccupied with partying while they’re young that they fail to work and save and learn.
‘The moment’ is big amongst this crowd. But they miss the point of said moment. They scoff at the opinions of older generations who’ve lived through more and seen far more than they ever will in a nightclub. They brush their wisdom off as archaic. They see the moment as now, and how best to use it not in work or learning or becoming better, but in spending money on booze and late nights.
They can’t comprehend someone believing something out of line with what they’ve been fed so they demand spaces that are safe from differing opinions.
If we ever had to fight a world war we’d be fucked.
But we’re going to be fucked anyway, when this “gimme” generation runs out of their parent’s money and is forced to pay for what had been free for the first 30 years of their life.
We all grew up with with some people like this – or at least around them. And guess what they’re still doing even in their thirties and forties? They’re partying. They’re spending. They’re spending money that isn’t theirs on boats that they don’t own in summer homes that they hope will be passed down to them.
No toughness. (Read This: You’re Either Practicing Toughness Or Weakness)
No concept of how the rest of the world lives.
Just them, their friends, and a continually growing grey area where nothing is wrong except if you disagree with that stance.
When, however, you’re thrust into the real world of having to take care of yourself, to pay your own bills, to accomplish what you want to accomplish by your own merit, you have a different perspective, you have to. You can’t ask for things that you have not earned. You cannot think you are something without having become it. You cannot walk around with a sense of entitlement, especially if you’ve accomplished what you set out to accomplish, because you’re far too aware of the work and sacrifice that anything of value requires.
So, no, you are not special just the way you are. In fact, by failing to learn, to grow, to become tougher, stronger, and better, you’re giving a big ‘fuck you’ to everyone that has brought you to this lovely position in your life that’s filled with potential that you seem unconcerned about realizing. The soldiers that have fought and died or lived for freedoms you take for granted. Your parents who’ve worked and saved and invested so you can have a better life. Your grandparents who’ve done the same.
By ignoring your duty to wake up every fucking day and work your ass off in pursuit of becoming better, of living a life not just in service of yourself but one that’s somehow beneficial to others, you’re slapping their sacrifice in the face and guaranteeing that, come your 50’s and 60’s and 70’s, you’ll have little to show for that potential that once existed in spades.
You’re not special. Special is something you must first earn.
About The Author
Chad Howse: Chad’s mission is to get you in the arena, ‘marred by the dust and sweat and blood’, to help you set and achieve audacious goals in the face of fear, and not only build your ideal body, but the life you were meant to live. He’ll give you the kick in the ass needed to help you live a big, ambitious life.
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