Sometimes, I think I’m the laziest person on earth…
Posted on February 5, 2014
Something strange has been happening lately. I’ve been explaining my new life to people and their response has shocked me.
It’s almost always a “Wow”.
And every time it happens, it takes a minute to register that my life is fucking amazing.
I live in the most beautiful country I’ve ever been in, in an incredible house, with the woman of my dreams, doing what I want, when I want to, and I make incredible money doing it.
I’m truly blessed.
And this is where the laziness comes in.
It’s not that I don’t do things – far from that actually, I’m one of the busiest people I know – it’s that I’m not doing enough to help others.
I look around my world and everywhere I go, I see people in pain… Miserable, frustrated, angry, disempowered people who’re stuck in an endless cycle of pain and depression with no idea of how to break out.
And here I am, with this incredible life -AND- I know how to help them break out of that cycle, yet I do nothing about it.
I’m tired of coaching and because of that, people live miserable lives.
I’m sick of working with people through their problems and pains and because of that, other people suffer.
It’s not that I don’t have the skills and knowledge. It’s not that I don’t think I can make a difference. It’s that I just feel like I don’t have the energy to give any more.
And because of that, people have to suffer.
Fuck. I don’t know what to do.
I live my incredible live doing amazing things and all I want to do is fall more deeply in love with my life. And then I contemplate what that red-faced, mumbling, drunk and angry guy at the supermarket must go through every time he wakes up in the morning, and I feel torn.
What do I do? I don’t know…
That’s all. Nothing else to say.
Good night for now.