Monday Morning

Real quick, this is just a rant. Very simple.

And something that I want you to pass on or watch every Monday morning because the level of complaining is unacceptable.

Look, what if I told you this was the last Monday morning of your life?

What if I told you you’d die this week?

Would you complain about your crap job or that test you don’t want to take?

I doubt it.

You’d go much higher level thinking. Well that’s really what it takes.

It takes understanding that if you’re not pumped right now, if you’re begrudging what you’re about to do, if you’re not looking forward to it — Look, I respect practicality:

You got to go through school because your parents want you to, you got to pay your rent, you got student loans, I get it.

But please recognize the world we are living in.

We are living in a world where there is so much more opportunity; this internet thing created way more opportunity for all of us. Way more.

I mean look, you might not even be alive.

Like, your mom and dad could have had sex like three minutes latter and you wouldn’t even exist, and you’re complaining. You could have ended up being a bus, a tree!

I just don’t get the mentality of being head-down sad on a Monday morning.

I’m going to make Monday morning my bitch!

I’m going to make you Saturday, Monday morning.

That’s what I want to do every morning, and thats what I want from you.

Please, take a step back and think about how awesome it actually is. And then, recognize that you can attack the world in a totally different way because you were lucky enough to be born during this era.

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Gary Vaynerchuck

“Your Pathetic Magic Betrays You”

I think about that all the time.

I don’t think its our purpose to understand.

Except one thing, we’re soldiers.

We have to know what we’re fighting for.

I’m not fighting so some man or women I barely know can sit on a throne made of swords.

“So what are you fighting for?”

Life.

Death is the enemy.

The first enemy, and the last.

“But we all die.”

The enemy always wins.

And we still need to fight him.

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Young King

‘My dreams don’t live down there.’ That’s what my granddad used to tell me .When I used to walk in the projects and look down I’d see crack needles, I’d see bullets, I’d see blood stains – but when I looked to the sky I saw my dreams. I saw my opportunity.

When I would go to school they would tell me I was too dumb. They told me I’d be like my father, like my family; selling dope, going to the penitentiary. Never seeing what the real world would be… See I was a kid that couldn’t read till he was 16, but my dream was bigger than my reality.

I’m telling you Young King, keep fighting because your life depends on it. Just like when you get hit with that bullet, and your boy is telling you “Don’t stop breathing, don’t stop fighting, you still got life to live.” Because if you lay there in your pool of blood you are going to die there.

Young King, Young King learn how to¬†fight for your purpose and not the money. Because I know we come from them crack houses, I know we come from nothing, but listen to that voice inside your head that tells you that you have everything you need inside of you. I’m going to tell you, there is going to be people that say your dream is false. But I’m here to tell you, your dream is real. Your dream is realer than anything you could ever imagine.

You eating those ramen noodles, you eating that trash every night for dinner, but in your mind you are envisioning a state, you’re envisioning the finer things in life. Pay the price today to live the life that you wanted for your family, you wanted for your kids. Give back to the child that you was when you laid on your mother’s lap. Give back to the child when you whispered to your friends and you told them what you wanted to be.

I’m a kid from Pontiac, Michigan, and they said crime was the only thing that we can be. They say the penitentiary is the only thing we will ever see.

Well I’m telling you now King, the best things come from the bottom. Just like when you open up that cereal box as a kid, you couldn’t wait to get that prize at the bottom. Because let me tell you, God leaves you gifts at the bottom of the stairs, and its up to you to walk up the stairs and show the world your gift.

You’re great King. You’re Great.

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