Your Goals Are Bullshit

I love when people get on their self righteous high horse and tell me that my goals are bullshit. These B level players often fall in to one of two camps:

CAMP 1 — YOUR GOALS ARENT REALISTIC

I’m 25 and I’m damn certain I’m putting my ass in a Ferrari before my 30th birthday. I’ve had scared shit fucks tell me that this isn’t realistic. Maybe I should aim for something more attainable. These people are doing something called projecting. You expressing conviction in your own goals and aspirations is TERRIFYING to them — simply because they have put limitations on themselves. Fuck these people. Laugh at them. Tell them to make their dreams more attainable. Let them stand aside and watch you make it happen.

CAMP 2 — ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS MONEY

Ahh yes. I love it when people tell themselves that they don’t care about money. I just want to travel. Costs money. I want to save the world. Costs money. I just want to be happy. Money makes it easier. Guess what, money being a goal — financial freedom — a big fucking yacht — whatever you want to call it — it’s fine. We need to straighten out this narrative. I’m done with the bullshit peddlers shaming people for wanting to make a lot of money, guess what, any impact that you hope to have in the world is made tremendously easier by having money. I don’t make the rules — make some money — make an impact.