Obsession is the Only Thing That Counts
They’ll say things like:
Don’t spend too much time on that.
You need to take a break.
You’re working too hard.
Moderation is the key.
It’s like you’re obsessed.
You’d hear it if you cared. You’d hear it if your ears weren’t deaf to bullshit.
They’ll say things like:
I’ve never heard of anything like that.
That’s not how it’s done.
That’s not what people do.
I don’t think that will work.
I’m not sure you can pull it off.
Their words don’t matter. They may as well be speaking underwater.
You can ask the obsessed millionaire working on a task what time it is but his ears can’t hear you. He’s miles away standing right next to you. He’s got plans to put into action. He can’t be bothered with trivialties like hearing people.
People who cannot articulate how to be successful will sell you “do what you love“.
Well I love getting my dick sucked by beautiful blondes.
I love taking a shit and reading a book in the morning.
I love playing with my dogs.
Those are hobbies. When you’re obsessed your hobbies disappear. There’s just no time for them.
You do what you’re obsessed with so you can afford your hobbies.
Hobbies are what you have when you don’t have obsessions. Hobbies are what you try and accomplish. A hobby is manufactured just to have something to do.
A hobby is a time-killer in between obsessions.
Obsession is what you absolutely cannot stop doing until it’s finished.
When it’s finished then you can play the hobby game.
The starving Wolf is obsessed with eating. The Lamb has a hobby of surviving.
The guy holding the trophy didn’t get there because he loves his sport – he got there because he’s consumed with obsession.
The amateurs love what they do and do it for fun. The pros are obsessed.
When you’re obsessed you drive home and walk in the door and think to yourself “how the f*ck did I just get home?”. The idea in your brain was too consuming to even notice driving.
When you’re obsessed you turn on some high adrenaline music. You play a whole album and before you even hear it the whole thing is over.
When you’re obsessed you start working on something at 6am and the next thing you know it’s 5pm – you haven’t eaten, you haven’t gone anywhere, you haven’t been to the gym, you haven’t showered, and you haven’t heard the phone ringing. And you keep doing it.
Someone: You want to come to dinner tonight?
You: Nope, gotta work.
Someone: But it’s Friday night!
You: Uh-huh. Gotta go! Bye.
You talk to me when I’m obsessed and baby we’re on a different planet. My ears are deaf to you.
Obsession is the key to turning nothing into something. If you can be obsessed with it for long enough you can turn it into money.
Money buys you freedom. The freedom to obsess over anything you want.
The difference between the guy who woke up 5 minutes before he has to leave for work and the guy who woke up at 5am because he couldn’t waste time in bed anymore is the difference between night and day.
The 5am’er has seen the light of his personal heaven.
The debt slave hauling off to his early afternoon HR meeting is stuck in the dark of his private hell.