Think about this when you are at a night club

When you stand in a nightclub, look around you, observe and listen. Standing there, with a drink, gin and tonic, rum coca cola, whisky on the rocks, inhaling smoke into your lungs, hair made, dressed with a good look (at least to what you consider a good look).

Around you, your peer group. Similar looks, similar sent, most of the time same drinks, same smokes. So far so good you might think. But then you also observe the talking, the same talking all over and over again, each month, weekend and each night.

This one guy is the local strong guy that has aspirations to compete in MMA, the other guy is the IT expert that is inventing the next cryptocurrency, the rich kid thinking about the next revolutionary business idea, the local gangster, sells some party drugs, talks cartels and is Denzel in American Gangster and of course the handsome guy that must be out of the twilight novel who seems to get the best girls in town and or the guy of 50 shades of grey — depends on hoe we see it.

So the night goes — talking about aspirations, plans and patting each other shoulders, laughing and supporting the great ideas each member of this VIP group has, no one would assume that through euphoria of alcohol, nicotine or other drugs the plans might be a bit exaggerate or even lunacy. So the night goes until the morning hours, the club closes and the sun rises.

So the day comes and with it, the truth. The heroes of last night, are in bed, hangover, while a kid left his job to workout twice a day in his local gym to aspire to have a professional fight one day, a banker stressed out in the stock market is shorting the depot and has not slept for 35 hours while his wife and kid are waiting at home, maybe a divorce but money consumed him, a start up entrepreneur is missing taking the bus to his next fundraising meeting, next to him the lawyer on his way to court defending his brother that short a man over a few grams of his drug of choice and ruined his family. The bus passes the local car factory, a shift worker smokes his 4th beer of the day to suffer through, the handsome guy he used to be, the guy that had the most girls, one night stands and fast love but what he never met was a woman.

In short, a normal day in real life. A day in real life that the heroes of the night are not willing to face out of fear, ego and the lack of responsibility, the instant gratification is much easier, the “you are a machine” “if someone can make it, it is you” cheers are complacent in a short drug indulged moment.

So, next time you stand aorund in a nightclub, pay your drinkg, inhale the last smoke and go to bed. Next day you wake up, be honest to yourself and face your fears, your insecurities — be HONEST about it.

And then, pick up the smallest piece you can make better and do it, then the next and the next and so on and you soon will realise that the nightclub is a room with lights and music, people talking about false personalities, empty dreams that never were combined with true action, true effort and true will to overcome.

The biggest challenge in life is to face yourself. It would be a shame to die and never haver even tried to do so. We all fail, we all are imperfect, we hurt, get hurt and are ashamed but realising this and facing it makes you a lot stronger than the Heroes of the night altogether.