Sacrifice.
It's a word that has crossed my mind a lot lately.
And the reason is simple.
There are probably like 20 dreams flying around in my head.
20 amazing things I desperately want to do before I die.
But they are not all compatible.
How is living the nomad life compatible with the idea of building a strong physical work culture?
Or the idea of being free vs having a family?
They are more like oppostite passions.
In the end I have to sacrifice one for the other.
And then you really start to understand how short life is.
Because to be successful and have great outcomes in life, you need to invest a looot of time.
To fulfill a passion takes more like 10 years and not 1 year as you sometimes let yourself believe.
So with 20 passions that would mean I would need 200 fresh years in mind and body... Like that is gonna happen... ;)
The taste of that word. Sacrifice. It feels so realistic. And of course, stating the obvious here, negative.
is a reminder that life is not always a movie.
I always said my life is like a movie, and I still say that. It's a nice thing to strive for.
The optimism and exaggerated excitement about my own life.
But sacrifice is part of it, and that's just how it is. For all of us.