Be the baddest motherfu***er, that you can be!

 

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That title does seem a bit aggressive, I must admit. But I have found out in life that you normally don’t get, where you want to be, by not being aggressive, and going after what you want in life.

To have a life that you want, a life that you can go to bed or wake up and think yeah …. I am a bad motherfucker, you need to grab it with both hands. You need to attack it relentlessly until you get what you want. Thats the only way you will make it through life.

Any other way will leave you on the ground, looking up thinking what the hell just happened. As life hits you with one of its many sucker punches.

As humans we tend to be scared of, what other people think about us, what will are neighbours say? What will our parents think? When we don’t choose the path that, was supposed to be laid out in front of us. How will they react to it all.

Quite honestly I can say, that it shouldn’t really matter. None of it should.

You and only you, are with yourself every hour, every minute, every second of the day.

No one else.

So why should it matter, what other people’s opinions of you are?

Really it shouldn’t.

But I know you may be reading this and thinking, who is this idiot writing on his little website telling me what to do, and how to think.

Well you’re right, you shouldn’t care. And that’s the first step to being the bad motherfucker, that you are. The only thing you should care about, is how you view yourself and what, you think about yourself. Anything else, I, or anyone say is redundant.

But I will let you into a little secret, which makes this so much easier. No one really cares about what you are doing, not even your close friends or family members. Not really …. everyone is so wrapped up in his or her own little life, that they will voice their opinion about what you are doing or about to do, and then forget about it. They may bring it up on occasion, but in a world filled of selfies and instant gratification, many people only care about themselves.

Blame it on the ADD generation that we have grown up with. Blame it on everyone wanting everything now, and news from yesterday is completely forgotten.

For instance, I published a book and told my close family and friends, and although part of me was nervous about what people may or may not think, I got over it. I gave myself a quick slap, told myself to get it together and stop being such a pussy and that the universe is a lot more important, than my little fears or worries.

And you know what? It wasn’t as bad as I thought. People gave their say, then a day later it was just back to normal.

Now it has just become part of the nom, Dominique writes books, what else is new.

When something is done no matter how special or amazing it may first appear, from breaking the four minute mile to walking on the moon, after a while, it just becomes part of history, or the mundane. The bigger the achievement, the longer the news-excitement lasts, but in the end it all gets lost away, in the ever growing what has been done for me lately mentality.

Even if we found aliens next week. After a year or two, it wouldn’t be a big issue. Just something that has now become part of everyday society and reality.

Life is funny like that, as humans we are always striving for the next new thing. Thats what makes us great, thats what takes us from scratching on cave walls to walking on the moon.

But you dear reader can use that to your advantage. Whatever you are putting off to do today, because you are scared of what might be said, just do it. Because you will be yesterdays news tomorrow, and no one will really care what you did or didn’t do.

Until next time dear reader and savvy friends.

Love and Peace

Y’all

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