Fuck the experts.
Fuck the trends.
Fuck the template.
This is a call to doing it your own way — flight or failure, success or sudden collapse. Don’t you want to go out, win or lose, knowing that at least you didn’t sell your soul?
Don’t you want to die knowing that when it came down to it, in the end you did it the-way-you-wanted-to-do-it-damnit?
Personally, that’s the way I want to be remembered. I don’t want to be number one in a category someone else created. I don’t want to master a game someone else built for me.
I don’t want to follow the traditional path to success, even if I’m magna cum laude.
I don’t want to be recognized, heralded, awarded for being the greatest, when I never felt like I was being true to me.
So, this is a call to forgetting what the experts recommend. This is a banner raised for renegades, the daring pioneers, the stubborn ones that refuse to accept anything less than their heart’s deepest desires.
Whether your star rises like a supernova, or you quietly burn like a steady candle in the night — do it your own way.
Give yourself permission to forget the templates, the routines, the systems and the established “right” ways.
Forget all your good ideas, what you think should work. Be daring. Be brave.
Follow the call of your heart, wherever it may be leading you.
Fuck their way. Do it your way, or don’t do it at all.
You may die a bum or win a nobel prize. At least you’ll sleep soundly at night.
That is a peace that no salary, pension or prize can pacify.