It's not about you

It’s not about you:

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It’s not about you.

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It’s not your life.

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It’s not your decisions.

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It’s mine.

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My life.

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My choices.

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My direction.

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Will I live the life you want for me?

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Absolutely not.

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That’s the point.

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It’s my life.

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Not yours.

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You may think you know.

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You may think you have more understanding.

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That you’ve learned more.

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That you have advice to give.

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Give it.

As you should.

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You’ve lived.

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You’ve learned.

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Does it mean I have to listen to it?

No.

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Like I said.

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It’s my life

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It’s my choices.

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Will anyone care?

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Probably not.

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Will I care?

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1000%.

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Like I said.

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It’s my life.

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It’s my choices.

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We think we have forever.

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We think we have a long time.

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We think we’ll leave an impact.

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We won’t.

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Even me.

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I have almost 1300 blog posts since 2021.

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Does that mean anything?

Absolutely not.

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No one cares.

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People don’t care.

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But I do.

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It matters to me.

The number matters to me

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The impact matters to me.

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I know people care.

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I know people are paying attention.

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It happened tonight.

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A guy I’ve mentored for years.

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Just been around.

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A family friend.

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He turned 25.

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Awesome party.

Good bar.

Great vibes.

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Good people.

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Went out tonight.

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Then his drunk self out of nowhere said.

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‘Love you man.

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You mean a lot to me.’

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We’ve all been there.

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Me more than most people.

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You love everyone when you’re drunk.

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But this was different.

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This was honest.

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It was genuine.

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It was something he needed to say.

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I’m glad he did.

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Life is too short.

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Tell the people around you ‘you love them.’

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One day you won’t be able to.

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And that day, you’ll only wish you were back.

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Back to right now.

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Back to that moment.

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Learned a lot tonight.

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Had a big heart-to-heart with my brother.

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Heard his perspective on me.

On my life.

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Thinks I’m off.

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Off doing my own thing.

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Making decisions that no one cares about.

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That does’t matter to people.

Good.

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That’s the point.

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I’m not living for him.

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It’s not his life.

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It’s mine.

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I will make my decisions.

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I will do my thing.

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Like writing this.

This matters to me.

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This is important.

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Even if no one reads this.

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I don’t care.

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I did this.

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I showed up.

I tried.

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I spoke my opinion.

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Even when no one cared.

Saw Project Hail Mary today.

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What a great movie.

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A reminder.

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Some people are destined for greatness.

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Some people are not.

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But they show up.

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They try.

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They do their best.

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They think on their feet.

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And one day they may meet someone.

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Someone who gives them something.

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Gives them purpose.

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People need to see it.

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But it’s more than that for me.

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It’s an understanding.

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It’s a learning.

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It’s a reminder.

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This has to be for me.

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It cannot be for anything else.

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It has to matter to me.

I have to care about it.

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I am not doing this for anyone else.

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You can probably tell.

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1200+ blog posts will get you there.

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I know most people who know me will never read what I’ve written.

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Ever.

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They don’t know.

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They don’t care.

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Cool.

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No problem.

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My goal is not to write for everyone.

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It’s to write for me.

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It’s to show up.

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It’s to try.

It’s to prove to myself I could do this.

I could create something no one else has.

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I am a 1 of 1.

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Ironman.

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Doctor.

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Author.

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Poet.

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And so much more to come.

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I will never stop doing this.

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Ever stop writing.

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So thank you brother.

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Thank you for showing me.

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It’s not about you.

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