The whole goal with the day is to do everything I have to do before work ends. I want to enter my time after work clear of mind. For that to happen I need to keep moving forward. I hate this. I hate coming to work every day. This isn’t what I wanted my life to be. Picking up trash first thing in the morning. It’s my life though, I can’t look away. I won’t let myself put my head down either, I better stand tall and face my reality. Or else how the hell am I going to change it. There is nowhere you can go run. You have no other options. It’s either you try, or you do this for the rest of your life. You pick.
It’s not about loving where you are right now. It’s about staying aware enough to use this place as fuel. If you can stay conscious through the monotony, you won’t forget that this isn’t where the road ends. You’re not stuck—you’re sharpening. You’re chiseling away at all the pieces that aren’t you so the real you can be revealed.
Every trash bag you lift, every hour you give to a job you don’t love, is a debt being paid forward to the future you’re building. It doesn’t feel noble in the moment. But that’s because greatness doesn’t always feel good in the making. The fire that forges you isn’t supposed to be comfortable.
So stare at the place you hate with your head high. Stare at it like it’s your final opponent. You’re not defeated here—you’re getting dangerous here. You’re becoming someone no one will recognize once you walk free. But you will know. You will remember the version of you that didn’t give up. And that’s the version you’ll owe everything to.
