All My Love to the Ones on the Bleachers

There are many fancy guru self help books about the law of attraction and accomplishing your dreams. If you read enough of them you find they all say the same thing. Just different styles, words, techniques, cultures, so on and so forth. All coming from so many corners of the world. You also find that all of it works, for them and their others, maybe not you, but some of it does, and some of it doesn’t. Point is if you believe and have blind faith in whatever, it’s bound to manifest.

I wish I could tell you what the hardest part is but there are so many. Everything comes at a cost. To have and to manifest a dream so large, it takes living it, breathing it, self consumption into that in which you create, time investment. Time, the number one most valuable thing in this universe. It’s impossible to have friends, family, etc., that don’t understand, that don’t support.

There are some who will sit on the sidelines cheering, unbothered by the absence of phone conversations and outings, understanding that you are balls deep in the hustle. They know that all your love for them is being used for the very creation you are building. These ones are rare! The cherish-ables. The ones you never have to explain to because they know what the hell you have been up to.

You still have to accept that you are the one who has to play the game. No matter how much you want/ed them by your side. You have to leave them there and you have to get in the game and play. No time for byes, cries, or tries. Just hard Do’s. The nods of understanding that only you two know. All the depths of the sacrifices to be where you are now, battle still yet to be had, but you made it to the field. Years and years, every moment tying you to the next, to be right here... Liberated.