Let's talk about slumps. Let's talk about feeling down. Let's talk about work ethic and desire and passion and what really gets you out of bed in the morning. And let's talk about how all of that is on you.
Me, I get down. I get anxious and scared and I think that I'm probably wasting my whole life because who's really going to read any of these words anyway, right? They're all for nothing if they don't do something.
I stay there. I wallow in it. A pig in the mud. I let it simmer for as long as I can before it makes me sick to my stomach and sick to my head, if that makes any sense.
That's not the way it should be. Yes, things are going to hurt. Yes, there are disappointments. Yes, we will get kicked just when we think we can't take another blow.
But it's our job to recover. That, if nothing else, is life. To persevere despite the insurmountable odds.
No one else will do it for you, I promise you that. They can encourage you along the way, but only you can listen. Only you can heed the warnings that maybe you're falling off the path. That you need to pick yourself up.
They won't do it for you.
And if they will, don't let them. Do it yourself.
Recover. Find your dream. Chase it with everything you've got. There's nothing else worth bleeding for.