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.
How many of them are you willing to sacrifice to average?
I refuse to be the person who:
- Waits until tomorrow to start living authentically
- Chooses comfort over growth because change is scary
- Dies wondering "what if" instead of knowing "what was"
- Leaves this world the same as when I entered it
- Settles for a life that fits someone else's expectations
The difference between average and extraordinary isn't talent.
It's the willingness to disappoint people.
Average people need everyone to approve of their choices.
Extraordinary people need only themselves to approve of their story.
Average people ask: "What will they think?"
Extraordinary people ask:"What will I regret not trying?"
This isn't about business. This isn't about money.
This is about the fundamental question of human existence:
Will you spend your brief time here as an extra in someone else's movie, or as the hero of your own story?
Every day you choose:
- Comfort or courage
- Approval or authenticity
- Safety or significance
- Their expectations or your dreams
- A life lived or a life wasted
I choose to disappoint the right people rather than disappoint myself.
I choose to fail at my own dreams rather than succeed at someone else's.
I choose to be misunderstood by many rather than understood by none.
I choose to live one life fully rather than many lives partially.
The question isn't whether you're capable of more.
The question is whether you're willing to disappoint people to discover how much more.