Fuck Your Goals

Fuck Your Goals

Someday, I would “like” to.

I hear this phrase often. To me, it means “if it happens, great, but I am not counting on it...”

What a tragedy.

When something matters, you make it happen. There is no “I don’t have time” - you make time for what is important. You can call something a priority, but actions speak louder than words.

My goals are never just words. There is nothing in this world that I want that I am not willing to go get. I almost hesitate to refer to anything as a “goal” because that term doesn’t do what I want to accomplish justice.

Fuck your goals, what are your OBSESSIONS? What are you willing to walk through hell while doused in gasoline for?

“Experts” preach SMART (specific, measurable, attainable, realistic, and timely) goals. Fuck attainable. Fuck realistic. Those are constraints put on us by people that aren’t willing to go to war with themselves to get what they want. Those people believe it’s ok when things don’t perfectly line up.

They hide behind “it wasn’t meant to be instead of saying “Motherfucker, I get a say in this...”

So you can write down your goals and your plans and what hope to accomplish, spend days overthinking it and looking for affirmation from others that your plan is solid - or you can just decide that there is nothing in the world that will stand in your way and just be a bad ass.

Action demolishes fear. When whatever you are chasing terrifies you yet inspires you, then you know you have the right target in sight.

It’s up to you to go get it.