I refuse to be average...
Not because I want more money. Not because I want to impress anyone. Because I refuse to waste the one life I was given. The average person dies at 25 and gets buried at 75. They spend 40 years in jobs they hate, saving for retirements they'll be too tired to enjoy, waiting for "someday" while their dreams suffocate under the weight of comfort and excuses. Here's what terrifies me about the average life: You wake up at 65 and realize you spent your entire existence optimizing for other people's definitions of success. You followed the script society wrote for you: → Get good grades → Get a safe job → Buy the house → Save for retirement → Die with regrets But nobody asks the question that matters most: "What story will they tell about how you lived?" The average person's obituary reads like a checklist: - Survived by spouse and children - Worked 30 years at the same company - Enjoyed golf and reading - Services will be held Tuesday I want mine to read like an adventure novel. Because here's the brutal truth nobody wants to face: The clock is ticking for all of us. While you're worried about what people think, your life is disappearing one ordinary day at a time. While you're playing it safe, your potential is dying of neglect. While you're waiting for permission, your dreams are suffocating under the weight of "realistic" expectations. I've watched too many people: - Postpone their dreams until they had "enough" money (they never did) - Stay in relationships that drained their souls because it was "comfortable" - Choose security over significance and wonder why they felt empty - Build lives that looked successful from the outside but felt hollow from within - Die with their music still inside them The average person spends: - 13 years in education preparing for life - 40+ years working for someone else's dreams - 16+ years sleeping their life away - Maybe 10 years truly living (if they're lucky) Do the math. You get roughly 4,000 weeks on this planet.