Here's to the crazy ones...

"Here's to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes... the ones who see things differently -- they're not fond of rules... You can quote them, disagree with them, glorify or vilify them, but the only thing you can't do is ignore them because they change things... they push the human race forward, and while some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius, because the ones who are crazy enough to think that they can change the world, are the ones who do."

My life has been full of people calling me crazy. It’s not like people walk up to me in the street and say, “hey man, you’re crazy”, but it’s more of a constant questioning or criticism of everything I do.

Earlier in life, this was such a cool thing for me. I found a way to stand out and show people who I really was. It caused me to be optimistic, have an outlook on life unlike anyone else, and encourage others to never give up.

Then one day all of this changed.

I’m not speaking in the literal sense of a day, but more like I woke up one day and noticed that my outlook on life had changed. And that I was starting to be more of a conformist than an outlier.

And that has continued to control my life, my decisions, and ultimately my future.

I’m not sure where it all went wrong though.

At some point, becoming the normal was my go-to. It has affected my moral compass and what my future has in store.

Also, probably the worst part about it is the fact that I have now become depressed and feel like there is no way out. An endless pit full of darkness, my worst fears, and no hope.

However, I’m on a path of resistance and a boundless energy to find out how to rid myself and the toxicity of what is happening.

I refuse to raise my kids in a manner inconsistent to my dreams and aspirations. If I live the meh life, where will they end up? Is it possible they will end up exactly like me when that is the very thing I am trying to prevent?

I bet back in the day my dad had some dreams of his own, but eventually he just picked a career and stuck with it.

Right now, I'm at the age of 32 and still trying to figure out why my life is so UNmeaningful most days.

On top of that, my creativity has diminished and people are still saying no to my ideas. Sometimes it’s hard for me to just say an idea out loud; not because I’m afraid of the rejection, but because I feel as though I’m not living my life to my full potential.

I believe that I need to be in an environment that allows me to be free and as open-minded as I want to be. In an environment where people can take my ideas and run with them, or at least consider them before saying no.

That is the world that I dream of living in.

Less of the status quo and more of the open, transparent inner workings of an organization.

A culture that doesn’t default to private, but public.

This, after all, is what I feel has the best chance of winning against the sin of the world.

When we stay private, it hurts us.

It hurts us because in a way we're hiding parts of ourselves. our ideas, our thoughts, and our actions.

So why not allow ourselves to become a little more optimistic, more creative and open-minded?

Is it because of rejection? Or is it because we are scared? But, that seems to come back to rejection anyway.

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