I know some of you here are probably around my age or older and have been through some insanely rough times, same as myself. So, I wanna open something up for discussion: How are you guys maintaining that 20yr old's drive that you once had as you find yourself growing older and becoming less "hungry." (or if that is even an issue for you).
I remember when I was 16-24'ish, once I got an idea in my head that was going to catapult me to millionaire status, I was an unstoppable freight train of action.
My mind, then, worked like this: "Well, if I could replicate what this guy is doing, and I could build out X per day, it would take me this long to exceed him. How about I just pull repeated 36-hour days and just cut that time in half, fuck it." And off I would go.
The fact that I knew nothing was delaying me except time itself sparked a tremendous amount of action, and I would condense months worth of work into weeks, and, because that drive, goal, and outcome was so clear in my mind, I would relish the process while I was doing it. I would feel empowered finishing up a 16 hour day, getting 3 hours of sleep, and then doing it again. The harder I worked, the more hungry I became. The power of sculpting your own path is insanely motivating, liberating, and powerful.
Then, somewhere along the line, among the many kicks in the teeth that life has dealt me, combined with not being 21 anymore, I find myself taking on new projects and struggling to even catch a glimmer of that once insatiable drive and grit. Almost as if I've become so comfortable in my current situation that it's like, "Yeah, I can imagine all the good things that *might* happen if I bang this out, buuuut...." and then I struggle to put in a full days work on it. It's like I start with that same fuel and fire as I always have and bang out a tremendous amount at the start, but it seems to taper off so much more quickly now.
The only thing I can even relate the scenario I'm trying to convey to, is that people get used to their prisons. Like, I'm still eager and seeking success, but, just as prisoners become used to and dependent on the cells that hold them, I find myself feeling the same way in my comfortable life. I know this is all beta as fuck, but I really don't care.
Any of you bros experienced anything like this? And, aside from putting myself out on the streets to get some perspective, how did you break it and get back to that 21-year old, hungry-as-hell, pull-multiple-24-hour-days guy/girl that we all started as?
I remember when I was 16-24'ish, once I got an idea in my head that was going to catapult me to millionaire status, I was an unstoppable freight train of action.
My mind, then, worked like this: "Well, if I could replicate what this guy is doing, and I could build out X per day, it would take me this long to exceed him. How about I just pull repeated 36-hour days and just cut that time in half, fuck it." And off I would go.
The fact that I knew nothing was delaying me except time itself sparked a tremendous amount of action, and I would condense months worth of work into weeks, and, because that drive, goal, and outcome was so clear in my mind, I would relish the process while I was doing it. I would feel empowered finishing up a 16 hour day, getting 3 hours of sleep, and then doing it again. The harder I worked, the more hungry I became. The power of sculpting your own path is insanely motivating, liberating, and powerful.
Then, somewhere along the line, among the many kicks in the teeth that life has dealt me, combined with not being 21 anymore, I find myself taking on new projects and struggling to even catch a glimmer of that once insatiable drive and grit. Almost as if I've become so comfortable in my current situation that it's like, "Yeah, I can imagine all the good things that *might* happen if I bang this out, buuuut...." and then I struggle to put in a full days work on it. It's like I start with that same fuel and fire as I always have and bang out a tremendous amount at the start, but it seems to taper off so much more quickly now.
The only thing I can even relate the scenario I'm trying to convey to, is that people get used to their prisons. Like, I'm still eager and seeking success, but, just as prisoners become used to and dependent on the cells that hold them, I find myself feeling the same way in my comfortable life. I know this is all beta as fuck, but I really don't care.
Any of you bros experienced anything like this? And, aside from putting myself out on the streets to get some perspective, how did you break it and get back to that 21-year old, hungry-as-hell, pull-multiple-24-hour-days guy/girl that we all started as?