Comfort Is the Burial Ground of Ambition
My goals consistently set me up for failure. The ceiling is high — so high it feels like it’s been engineered so I can’t break it.
My mind constantly says: there is no way we can do a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k, l, m, n, o, p, q, r, s, t, u, v, w, x, y, z.
There is no way I can accomplish all of this.
But there’s this other part of me that says: try anyway, bitch. That side is what keeps me going after the impossible. That side is always strategizing, always scheming, always finding a way to reach a new limit no matter how impossible the goal might seem.
That’s my higher self.
Self-imposed pressure. Why am I doing this? Because comfort is death. Because pressure is the only way diamonds get made.
Definite Purpose. The mission. Complete the mission. Without purpose, pressure just crushes you. With purpose, pressure shapes you.
Now let me turn it back on you…
Most people set goals they can actually reach. Safe goals. Comfortable goals. Goals that make them feel accomplished but never actually force them to grow.
But here’s the truth — if your goals don’t break you at least a little, they’re too damn small.
Years ago, a woman looked me in the eye and said: “You need to stop fucking playing around.”
Now I’m telling you the same.
So ask yourself:
Are your goals breaking you, or are they keeping you pacified?
Are you coasting, or are you smashing barriers?
Are you building a life that cracks ceilings — or one that keeps you locked under them?
Because the truth is, you don’t need goals you can reach. You need goals that stretch you until you snap. That’s how you find out who the hell you really are.
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