What a Friend

Last Friday, I had a bad day. For whatever reason my boss decided to use me as an emotional punching bag. Acting hypocritically and blaming me for the his mistakes. I won’t get into much detail but long story short, I was ready to blow up and walk out on the job. After the weekend I came back to work still salty about last Friday. I logged onto my computer and found a surprise dose of motivation. I found a note, mysteriously signed by myself.

the note read as follows:

Hey there,

you may not know me, but I’ve written this letter specifically for you. Yes, you. I know you’re feeling pretty down right now and that your current situation makes the world seems like a shitty gutter full of misery.

So I decided to sit down and write you a good ol’ fashioned motivational letter; no deep profound thoughts, no life contemplation, just straight pure energy to jumpstart you back into beast mode.

I’m not here to tell you to love yourself and that everything is going to be okay – you already know that. But despite knowing it, you still feel shitty.

I’m here to tell you to stop pouting. Think the world fucked you over? Good. I’m here to tell you to wipe those tears off and use them as lube to fuck the world right back.

I’ve written this to tell you it’s time to toughen up. That’s not to say that you’re not already tough or that what you’re feeling is not normal. But you’ve worried enough. You’ve regretted enough. You’ve felt scared enough. It’s time for a change.

Things didn’t turn out the way you thought they would. Face it. There’s nothing you can do about that at this point, so stop stressing over things you can’t change. Yes, you probably should’ve done some things differently – but you didn’t.

You know the infamous Rocky quote?

“You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard you hit; it’s about how hard you can get hit, and keep moving forward.”

Think about that for a moment; everyone can throw punches from a position of strength. It’s easy to keep a positive mind and keep on hustling when you’re in power. But when your chips are down, you’re shit out of luck, broke, beaten, and battered, your mind easily warps in an opposite direction.

If it were easy, everybody would do it. It’s easy to be happy when you wake up on the right side of the bed. But you know too well that those days are scarce. For the majority of us, most of our time is spent on the edge.

This letter wasn’t written from a position of power. I was in the same position you are in. I felt down on my luck, really shitty with no way out in sight. But the only way you’ll be able to find a solution to your problem is if you bitchslap yourself back into focus. And since you haven’t done so already, I decided to step in and slam you over the face instead.

It’s a completely paradoxical situation, a catch-22 if you will; your mindset controls the outcome. If things are shitty, you will feel shitty and therefore, things will continue to be shitty.

Only way you’ll be able to break the cycle is by not letting your current situation affect your state of mind. As a matter of fact, when your life is at its lowest, your mind needs to be at its strongest for you to be able to climb back up.

Fuck letting anxiety drag you down. Use it as motivation to get ahead.

Fuck letting fear stop you from doing what you want. Do it anyway and feel invincible.

Stop asking “why” and start asking “how”. This is not the time for hindsight. At this moment, it doesn’t matter how you got yourself into this situation. Right now it doesn’t matter what you could’ve done differently. All that matters is what you are going to do next.

You’ve made your bed, but don’t sleep in it just yet; you’ll probably just end up sobbing through the night. Leave the bed alone and stay up planning your comeback.

The saying goes – “when the going gets tough, the tough gets going”. But the reality is that the tough should always be going, because that’s what makes them tough in the first place.

It’s hard. Very hard. Sometimes Life punches you straight in the gut, knocks you down, and just keeps on kicking. But don’t roll all over the floor and cry. Take in the beating, but don’t let it beat you.

Allow yourself to be knocked down, but not knocked out. You can’t anticipate the next punch, but you can contemplate your next move.

Life can be pure beauty. Life can be truly amazing. But Life can also be a battle, and right now, it is.

Physical exhaustion. Psychological manipulation. Emotional disaster.

When Life hits, it can rob you of your sleep, energy, and power. It may play with your mind, shaping it and twisting it. It can attack your emotions, self-esteem, and confidence.

But never, ever, EVER let it fiddle with your mindset. Always keep a sharp focus. Never lose sight of what’s really important. Keep pushing and struggling until you get yourself up, stand straight, and look Life straight in the face.

There’s no fear in you anymore. No anxiety. No hesitation.

Staring down life can be same as staring down the barrel of a loaded shotgun. But you’ve gone through hell and back, and are still standing straight, ready for more. Because, you can take the punches. You can take the attacks, the beatings, and anything else Life has in its arsenal.

And at that moment, Life smiles and walks away. You depart on good terms. The world is beautiful again. Birds are chirping and the sun is shining. Your wounds are healing and you’re rising higher than ever.

But you don’t forget. Because sooner or later, you and Life are going to clash again. Only this time, you’ll be smarter. You won’t make the same mistakes again. You won’t get broken as easily. And this time, if you’re smart enough…

…you’ll be the one to throw the first punch.

Let this one sink in. I’ll be right here, waiting for your reply.

Sincerely yours,
Jordon A Huisman

How well written is that, huh??

I have no idea how I was able to write this and not remember it. My best guess is that in my sleep, I slept walked to work. Walked in below zero temps, key card in hand. Buzzed open the doors to work, logged on to my computer, wrote and edited my thoughts. Then walked back home and crawled into bed again……..

Obviously not.. My friend and co-worker wrote it. I left my computer logged on and he decided to try and give me a dose of motivation for the week ahead. Before I had left for the weekend, I had vented to him about my terrible day and had mentioned not wanting work anymore.

Anyway, the point is this is a great friend and a great help in my life. I encourage everyone to find people willing to take time out of their day to help someone else and keep them in your life. Also remember to not be so selfish and to help other people as much as possible.

And of course, use your tears as lube to fuck the world back!