Dear Anxiety

[This article was a written by Amy at Every Word You Say, and is being shared with her permission as a guest post]

What the fuck do you think you’re doing?

Do you realize you have single-handedly made me cry more times than any other person?

Do you even care?

I remember the day I met you. The Bad Man had just left and then you showed up.

You were so nice back then.

You kept me out of trouble; made me feel safe. You kept me quiet. You spoke to me so gently, and you said you’d help me get out.

Oh, I was so glad to have you with me.

But, then you started to whisper in my ear as I slept.

You showed me all those times The Bad Man hurt me, and you told me it was my fault. If I had just stayed quiet he wouldn’t have hit me. If I were invisible I wouldn’t have been attacked.

It was my fault. All my fault.

“My friends hated me. My family secretly wanted me dead.” It would be easier for them that way, right? That’s what you said.

Everyone I met was out to hurt me. Every fingertip on my skin was a knife to my neck.

But, you were always there for me, to keep me safe.

I stopped going outside, avoided mirrors, and stopped talking to my family.

You told me I deserved every slash across my thighs. That every burn, bloody knuckle, and bruise were the only way to prove my dedication to you.

You were my only friend.

But, you didn’t count on love, did you?

To be fair, I didn’t see it coming either. I definitely didn’t expect it in the form of an 18 year old boy.

You started whispering as I slept again. “He was going to hurt me. He only wanted me for one thing.” That’s what The Bad Man wanted, so why would this boy be any different?

But, you didn’t count on him whispering back. “You’re beautiful”. “I’m so lucky to have you”. “I love you”.

You didn’t like that, did you?

So, you threw a tantrum. You made me breathless, and you made me cry. You made me weak.

Yet, he still held me close.

We fought you for so long and guess what…

We won.

You still come and visit me sometimes, but that’s okay, because you can’t destroy me anymore.

You can’t turn my dreams into twisted flashbacks. You can’t force me to paint my legs with blood. You can’t tell me I’m worthless…

Because I’m not.

I am worth everything.

I am intelligent, beautiful, kind, strong, and I am loved.

There’s not a single fucking thing that you can do about it.

Lots of love, hugs, and kisses,

Amy xxxStay Strong

Much thanks to Amy for that beautiful article!

She’s the first guest writer of many to come, and I can’t express how grateful for her contribution with helping getting kicked off. Make sure you check her blog out at Every Word You Say and show her love!

If you liked this post: please share it, give some feedback down in the comments below, or even contact me about writing your own post to be featured here. We’re all about building community here, so every bit helps!

You Have a Voice: Let It Be Heard

The goal of is to be a central gathering place for experts and people, who have made it through hardships in life, to share their stories and advice to the world. It’s also a place for a community going through that same problem to share each of their stories, offer tips that are helping ease their journey, and even express warnings of things that have had negative influence on their lives.

Think of it as like a campfire.

After a hard day’s work, everyone gathers around the fire to wind down the long day. They all take turns speaking while the rest of us listen. It’s not an overcrowded cafeteria where your opinion doesn’t matter. Each individual person has a right to speak. If they choose to do so, they will be respected and heard. It’s encouraged that each person does speak, even if it’s just small comments here and there. Share your opinion! We grow better as a group.

Here at, as long as you participate, you’re family. We don’t judge. There’s no labels here: It doesn’t matter what religion you believe in, what color your skin is, if you’re male or female, what your favorite TV show is, what your sexual orientation is, or any of your other personal beliefs/preferences. It doesn’t matter. As long as you’re human, have a philanthropic attitude, and communicate with the group, you’re family. It’s that easy. You don’t have to spend money. It’s totally free, so why not participate? All we ask is that you share your love, and we will share right back.

You may not realize it, but there are people who genuinely care about you, even if they don’t know you. That’s what philanthropy is all about. Loving every human being.

I can’t save the world, but with your help, we can at least improve it. Even if it’s just a small portion, we can carry on knowing we made an impact somewhere. You might even save someone’s life, you never know. I find the greatest pleasures come from making somebody’s day. Maybe you just put a little smile on their face. That might have been the first time they’ve smiled in weeks. The littlest actions can have tremendous impact. Especially endless amounts of “little acts of kindness”.

“What is an ocean but a multitude of drops?” -David Mitchell

Anything large: Organizations, celebrity’s reputation, events, etc. all consist of dozens and dozens of small groups and categories.

Microsoft is more than the founder Bill Gates.

Amazon is more than the CEO Jeff Bezos.

Warped Tour is composed of more than one band.

It’s takes a large group of people to make anything successful. Businesses need lots of customers to keep the cash flow positive. Apps need lots of users to stay current. Celebrities need lots of fans to keep their work relevant. To make anything meaningful in this world, it takes support. You simply can’t do everything on your own.

So, I’m asking you all to help me make this meaningful. Help me reach the millions of lonely and afraid people out there.

Even if it just starts with one person speaking up.

Be that person.

Use your voice, tell your story. Be an inspiration for the rest of us to speak up.

Help me help humanity. Together, we can make a difference.

If you’d like to share your story of something difficult you’ve made it through, please contact me at Any one can participate, but your article will go through a quick screening process to make sure it:
1. Has a positive outlook.
2. Expresses deep, heartfelt emotions. The author is sincere.
3. Clearly shows what the author learned, and how everyone else can benefit from it.
4. Proper grammar and a structure that flows. (No one likes a wall of text.)
I will not alter your stories, only offer suggestions to improve their impact on the readers. Feel free to submit any piece of writing you feel needs to be shared, or if you have an idea, you’re more than welcome to pitch that to me as well.




Shoutout to Suri for her wonderful drawing of the 1st Generation of Pokémon.
(Fun Fact: She just happened to post this on my birthday-April 28th)
She’s a very talented girl. You should check out her drawings!

This post is a break from the very serious topics I usually discuss to help you guys get a better picture of who I am. I’ll make sure to get back to the serious atmosphere shortly, but on occasion, I’ll give a little insight on the guy behind the computer screen like this.

For those who don’t know me, my name is Matthew Tome and I actually have a tribal Magikarp tattooed on my forearm. Let that sink in. I have a cartoon fish permanently etched in my skin.

Magikarp Tattoo

Not the most breathtaking photo, but I’m sharing it for several different reasons, all of which reveal something personal about me:

  1. I have a Magikarp tattoo. (If you don’t think that’s the coolest thing ever…then you probably agree with everyone else. I’m lame, I’m nerdy, I know. I love it)
  2. I have a twin brother (yes, I have a twin). Not only that, but he’s in the Air Force. That’s why I have the wristband. Sending him off was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do in my life. There’s something about “Hey, you’re not going to be able to speak with this person for a few months” that really hits you hard. Especially when you’re close or family.
  3. I have a cat.  Actually, we have five cats. One for each of my siblings, and this one is mine. Bisou, one of the many french words for “kiss”, is her name. She’s like my shadow, and follows me everywhere I go. (She’s even helping me type up this blog!)

There’s actually a reason-beyond my undying love for everything Pokemon-for why I chose to get this as my first tattoo. I do enjoy a good mystery though, so I’ll leave it up to you guys to solve the riddle:

Why does Matthew have a Magikarp tattooed on his forearm? OF ALL THE THINGS!

Whoever gets the closest guess will win 1 free item of their choosing from the prize pool:

  • Personal, handmade drawing from myself (Yes, I can draw)
  • A $10 paper bill that may or may not be Monopoly money
  • Free hugs

So get to guessing in the comments below!

How I Overcame Depression (How You Can Too)

First of all, I’d like to thank everyone for all the positive feedback I’ve gotten for my last post. It caught me completely by surprise and I’m so happy you all liked it. I’ll do my best to continue pumping out great content we all can relate to. So, without further ado…

I’ve never been very open about myself.

People always seemed to put me down when I expressed how I really felt about something. Made me feel stupid; like nothing I had to say mattered. How I was “wrong” for viewing things differently. I’ve always viewed the world differently than most people, and I would always catch crap for it when I opened my mouth. So, I just stopped opening my mouth. I stopped expressing my opinion. I let society take my voice from me. That was the biggest mistake I ever made.

The other day, as I was casually sitting at my work desk, my sister walked into my room; she started patting me on the back, and told me she loved me. That she was proud of me.  Highly confused, I said it back and just wondered what was up. “Does she want something..? Maybe a cookie..?”

Then it hit me.

The night before, I had posted an article on depression. When I struggled with it for those two years, I had mentioned it a little bit to a couple of people, but never went in-depth about how bad it actually was. I kept it all bottled up, deep inside my thoughts. I didn’t want anyone to see that. “No one would understand,” I thought. It just seemed like another opportunity to get picked on, so it stayed a secret.

It hadn’t occurred to me that my family had no clue about what I was going through mentally.

When I finally realized why my sister was there, rubbing my back, I had to look down at the phone in my hands to keep from tearing up. Showing emotion has never been my strong suit.

After she left, I got up from my chair, and went to take a shower (showers are my safe haven). I started crying, and I had no idea why. As the tears began to fall, I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. “Why are you crying?” I thought, “This is ridiculous.”

All of a sudden, it dawned on me. I had won. Despite not feeling that crushing, overwhelming burden-known as depression-in months, I had never taken a moment to acknowledge that it was actually over. It had stopped. I had won.

Like a dam collapsing under the weight of all the pressure; those past memories, emotions, and self-impairing thoughts, all came crashing down at once.

I remembered all the lies I used to tell myself. “You’re fat. You’re ugly. You’re worthless. No wonder no one loves you.”Anytime I looked in the mirror, I hated the man standing in front of me. Constantly, I would bombard myself with these diminishing tales that I accepted as truth. And because I accepted them, they become truth.

I remembered pacing frantically on my screened-in back porch, late one night, after everyone had gone to bed; I had been screaming my heart out. so intensely, that no audible noise could even escape my throat anymore. All that ran through my mind was, “I want to live…but not if it has to be like this. If I can never break free from this…then I don’t want to live.” I was grasping for any signs of hope, where it seemed there were none.

I remembered all the evil demons that bred inside my head. Every single night, I was afraid to sleep. Night terrors were common for me. I was scared of my own mind. Whenever I closed my eyes, I could see those eyes. Those menacing, almond-shaped eyes, that glared red in the blackness. They pierced my very soul. Sometimes I would become paralyzed by this, unable to open my eyes back up. Slowly, the demon’s arms with jagged claws reached out of the void towards me. As it reached, it emitted this hissing noise. Quiet and alone at first, but the closer the arms came to me, the louder the hissing became. Soon it was not just one, but a multitude of demons. The hisses turned into screeches that wrenched your eyes and ears fully open and alert. All you wanted was for it to stop, but it got stronger and STRONGER, and louder and LOUDER. Just when you couldn’t take it anymore, they snatched you up, and you slipped away into the unknown. Like falling into a deep, perilous chasm, your mind would just drop. You were no longer in control; they were. Caught in Hell’s playground, there’s no telling what horrors would await you that night. I can’t tell you how many times this happened to me. Far too many to count. The worst part was, sometimes when I awoke from those night terrors…I still believed they were real.

That shower brought all those suppressed memories to the surface. While they were not fond memories, it was incredibly invigorating to remember them.

They were no longer bottled up. I could literally feel those demons flow out of me.

They were no longer in control. I was.

In joyous celebration, I began jumping up and down. (Highly dangerous in a shower, kids. Don’t try this at home)

I felt invincible.

“I overcame all that. I WON. I-WON!” I was no longer the scared, little kid. Suddenly, anything seemed possible.

So, now here I am. I’m here to tell you all it’s okay. I’ve taken it up as my personal responsibility to spread good word across the globe.

My life hasn’t been the easiest, but it certainly hasn’t been the hardest either. I’m sure many of you out there can relate to what I’m saying, and a good bit have probably even experienced worse things than I have. But even for those people, there is hope. The only time hope ceases to exist is when you give up. As long as you’re fighting for yourself, you have a chance.

I know it’s overwhelming. It feels impossible. I know.

But with every person you reach out to, the better your chances of recovering become. A lot of people simply don’t care, even if you open up to them. Don’t let those people ruin you though. Keep reaching out, find someone who cares.

It’ll surprise you how much love you can receive from total strangers. These are the people who have it right. They know it’s our duty as human beings to love one another, regardless of who they are, their story, or what their problem is.

We are conscious, sentient beings. That alone is probably the most beautiful thing in the universe. It’s truly a miracle.

We all have feelings (some of us don’t like to admit it). Some of us have locked them so deep inside, it seems impossible to ever feel them again. But I know they’re there.

No one is too far gone.

So for those struggling, seek help, and don’t forget to lend help to your fellow neighbor. We all struggle, and we all need love.

I won my fight.

I used to dread waking up every morning. Not because I had to get out of bed, but because I had to live. Nothing interested me, and everything felt pointless. Every day was the same dreadful routine. I did as I was told. I did what I was “supposed to do.” I was following the formula for a safe, happy life, but it was anything but that.

Everyone who suffers from depression has their own reason for why it started happening. They may not know what it is, but there’s always a reason. Try to pinpoint what the source of the problem is, and start dealing with it there. You’re stronger than you realize.

I won, because I realized I had the control: over my life, over my thoughts, over my actions.

Those demons inside my head only reflected what I was hearing from outside voices. I took all those voices-telling me what I needed to do, what I had to look like, who I needed to please-and I threw them away.

It’s time to stop doubting yourself.

It’s time to listen to your own voice.

It’s time to take action.

the semicolon project

Beautiful article about a girl talking about her struggle with depression. You’re never alone, people. Keep pushing forward.


FullSizeRender-1FullSizeRender Today I went to a tattoo artist, and for $60 I let a man with a giant Jesus-tattoo on his head ink a semi-colon onto my wrist where it will stay until the day I die. By now, enough people have started asking questions that it made sense for me to start talking, and talking about things that aren’t particularly easy.

We’ll start here: a semi-colon is a place in a sentence where the author has the decision to stop with a period, but chooses not to. A semi-colon is a reminder to pause and then keep going. 

In April I was diagnosed with depression and anxiety. By the beginning of May I was popping anti-depressents every morning with a breakfast I could barely stomach. In June, I had to leave a job I’d wanted since I first set foot on this campus as an incoming freshmen because of my mental…

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Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Depression: It’s Okay

For many of you, suicide may just sound like something “cowards” or “weak” people do. You’ve probably cracked some jokes about it with your friends, playfully told people, “Just go kill yourself”, or maybe even looked down upon someone who actually attempted to kill themselves. The same goes for victims of cutting/self-harm and depression. These people seem to get rejected by society, even picked on for being vulnerable. I’m not trying to justify suicide or self-harm here. I don’t believe there is any justification in taking your own life or hurting yourself. What I’m trying to get at is, there is a major problem in our society. If someone is hurting themselves, thinking about taking their own life, or suffering from depression the LAST thing you should do is pick on them. It highlights a repulsive flaw in your character, and is extremely detrimental to the person who is suffering. And, as for that suffering person, there is always hope.

On this blog, I search the world for things that inspire me. When I find one, I research it; study it better, so that I can find what exactly makes it so uplifting, and hopefully adopt those characteristics into my personality, and share it with you all. My goal is to encourage and help guide as many people as I can to the better lifestyles that they deserve. As someone who was formerly depressed for a period of two years (with a break in the middle of a few months), I can honestly say: Depression is no joke. 

For personal reasons, I won’t go into depth about the causes of, or specific events related to, my depression publicly. If you’re interested in learning more about me, my story, or even just need someone to talk to, you can contact me at I’ll be sure to respond to each of you, personally, as soon as I possibly can. Support is the most useful tool for overcoming depression, so don’t think you’re alone in this world. Some people honestly do care.

It’s not some momentary sadness that you can cure by buying a shiny new toy. It’s a disability that can last for extended periods of time, and in some cases, even for the rest of your life. It leaves you tired, weak, unable and unmotivated to go on. It deprives you of most, if not all, the joy in your life. I remember several occasions where I’d be hanging out with my friends, laughing and having lots of fun (or so it seemed on the outside). But, in the back of my mind, there was this lingering feeling. You could never seem to shake it. It’s like a little voice inside your head saying, “That smile isn’t real. Just wait till you’re alone. I’ll show you what you’re really feeling.” The instant you became isolated from other humans, it would all hit you at once. That nagging little voice turned into the ONLY voice. It was this overwhelming, debilitating emotion that completely and utterly consumed you. No matter what you tried, no matter how times you’ve experienced it before, no matter how badly you wanted it to stop; it just wouldn’t. That was definitely the hardest part of my life. No other hardship could even hold a candle to it-financial debt, wondering where I could find a job, not knowing what I was going to do with my life, broken relationships, divorce, family deaths. Depression was, and probably will continue to be, the biggest obstacle I ever faced in my life.

(For someone else’s struggle with depression, watch this short six minute video)

But, That’s the Beauty in All of This

It was just an obstacle. That’s not to lessen the traumatic experience of going through depression. It’s insanely difficult; seemingly impossible even. But, it can be overcome, just like any other obstacle. It will be hard, but you can make it. You will come out: stronger, more passionate, full of life, and full of love. It teaches you to appreciate every waking moment, because you never know when it might be your last.

Life is full of beauty and wonder. This goes unnoticed, overlooked, and unappreciated constantly, but it’s there. I promise you. Life is so worth living, it’s almost hard to understand how you didn’t think so before. I’ve been there; wanting to die, feeling like a complete waste, totally useless, and just wishing it would all end so you could stop feeling. It sounds horrible (and it is), but I’m actually glad it happened. It helped shape me into the person I am today; a person I am extremely proud of and happy to be.

To help drive my point, we should look at Thomas Edison. He had a fantastic outlook on life and I think we could all benefit from adopting this perspective. Ryan Holiday talks about it here on “The Tim Ferris Show”. (Lovely podcast, by the way)

At age 67, Thomas Edison returned home, one evening, from another day at the laboratory.Shortly after dinner, a man came rushing in his house to tell him some urgent news. A fire had broken out at Edison’s Research and Production Campus a few miles away. Fire engines from the eight nearby towns rushed to the scene, but they could not contain the blaze. Fueled by the strange chemicals in the various buildings, green and yellow flames shot up six and seven stories, threatening to destroy the empire Edison had spent his entire life building. Edison calmly but quickly made his way to the fire, through the now hundreds of onlookers and devastated employees, looking for his son.
“Go get your mother and all of your friends,” he told his son with child-like excitement. “They’ll never see a fire like this again.”
“Don’t worry,” Edison calmed him. “It’s alright. We just got rid of a bunch of rubbish.”

This was, no doubt, a hefty loss for Edison. Years of hard work, millions of dollars, and tons of research/prototypes were lost in that fire. Edison knew he couldn’t let this stop him though. He lived by “Amor Fati”. It’s a Latin phrase that can be translated as “love of fate”. To put it even simpler, you have to “love everything that happens in life.” The good, the bad, the totally life-altering traumatic experiences. Love it all, and greet it with a cheerful smile. Edison knew this, Jack Johnson (first black heavyweight boxing champion) knew this, and Ryan Holiday knew this. All three of these people are/were very successful people. They all had this common belief and outlook on life, so there must be some power to it, right?. I’ve began to incorporate into my life, and it’s worked wonders. It helped drag me out of my two-year depression. Before, I was very grim about living. My life had no meaning, and I didn’t see the purpose in anything. Now, I’m well-driven. I chase after my dreams relentlessly, brushing off all opposition: the naysayers, rejections, and non believers. Of course, this doesn’t mean go running off without a plan, but that’s a whole other topic.

How to Find Help

For those of you who are struggling with depression, thoughts of suicide, addiction and self-injury, you can find help from myself or loads of good people over at Heartsupport, or even check out this cool project: Project Semicolon.

At Heartsupport, you can find people, like yourself, struggling through things right now. They have a community forum where people can post and receive support from people all over the world. They also have lots of great bands/artists give personal life stories that are remarkably relatable. Heartsupport was created by Jake Luhrs (vocalist of August Burns Red, one of my personal favorite bands for many years now). If you like, you can support his band by buying their music, donating directly on Heartsupport, or even just participating with the community.

Then there’s this fantastic idea behind Project Semicolon. “A semicolon is used when an author could’ve chosen to end their sentence, but chose not to. The author is you, and the sentence is your life.” They use a semicolon to represent that your story is not over. You’re enduring through the tough parts. If you look back at any great story though, be it fiction or nonfiction, isn’t the part where the protagonist struggles the good part? Those are the juicy bits that build the story, strengthen the hero, and builds them into the wonderful champion who overcomes all obstacles presented before them. A story without struggle is boring. Who wants to read that? Not me. You’re just giving your life character; making it interesting by enduring the hardships, so that one day, you can tell others about what you’ve been through, and that YOU MADE IT. You’re still alive right now. You’ve made it through EVERYTHING life has thrown at you, so don’t give up hope. You’re stronger than you realize. Keep your chin up, and keep trying. Together, we can make it through this world (and as a pleasurable experience, at that).

Again, for anyone seeking help, needing someone to talk to, and is just interested in my personal story-please email me at I’d be more than happy to help in any way I can.

Well, this concludes my article. For those that enjoyed it, please comment and share with your friends. This is all about building community. Even if you’re not currently struggling, maybe you just want to help other’s like I do, feel free to join in. Everyone is welcome.

Inspirational Autistic People and How We Can Learn From Them

The other day I checked out a fellow blogger’s site, and what I saw amazed me. This fellow was autistic and was being very open about it. Not only that, but he was wholeheartedly embracing it. You can find David Snape, the man responsible for piquing my interest, at the link at the end of this blog.  I’ve never had much experience with autistic people or even done much in-depth research on the disorder. A lot of people like to label autism as a “disability”, but this implies they are unable. This is definitely not true. Autistic people just experience the world in a different way than the average person. Numerous people such as Temple Grandin, Dan Aykroyd, and Alexis Wineman (to name a few) all have some form of autism, and all of them have been very successful and influential people.


Temple Grandin


Labeled as “the most accomplished and well-known adult with autism in the world” by Colorado State University (the university at which she is a professor), the name Temple Grandin certainly holds weight. This woman revolutionized slaughterhouses and the way livestock is handled. She designed new ways of building corrals, all based of her intensive studying she performed on the farm animals she worked with. She easily noticed how things such as a waving flag, a loose chain, or some random object out-of-place disturbed the herd, and made moving them more difficult. Temple Grandin is a published author and even had a movie made about her life. She is certainly an inspiration to autistic people around the world and proves how the world should accept, love, and collaborate with all people, even if they think differently.


Dan Aykroyd


Probably one of the more well-known celebrities diagnosed with Asperger’s (a form of autism), Dan Aykroyd is a successful writer, actor, comedian, and even a singer. He first gained popularity appearing on the famous Saturday Night Live, and later moved on to writing and performing in the hit films Ghostbusters and The Blues Brothers. With an estimated net worth of $135 million, no one can deny that Dan is doing very well for himself.


Alexis Wineman


Crowned as “Miss Montana” in 2012, as well as earning the title “America’s Choice” in the same year during the Miss America competition, Alexis Wineman is, without a doubt, a very popular lady. With a smile that could melt anyone’s heart, she captured the attention of America and used it speak out about autism. Alexis was diagnosed with PDD-NOS (Pervasive Developmental Disorder- Not Otherwise Specified), an autism spectrum disorder, at the young age of 11. Her optimism about her disorder is incredibly inspiring. “Autism doesn’t define me, I define my autism.” If more people could focus on their strengths, and not let their weaknesses define them, like this young woman, the world would be a better place.


So What Can We Learn From These People?

I believe, what we can all take away from the example these people set; is that regardless of what your label is, what kind of situation you were born into, or even who you were yesterday, we can all improve ourselves and overcome our obstacles. You just have to discover what you’re good at, embrace it, and not dwell on what you can’t do quite so well. No single person can do everything. Michael Jordon was one of, if not, the greatest basketball player in the world. After retiring from basketball, he decided to pick up baseball. Most people consider this an epic failure. (Give the guy some credit. You try playing against the nation’s best baseball players.) They even pick on him for this career choice in the classic film Space Jam. Despite being so insanely good at basketball, Michael still fell short in other sports. You simply can’t be the best at everything, so why beat yourself up about it? Even if you’re not the best, find your strong suits and build upon them. You just might surprise yourself. Whether you have autism or some other “disability”, don’t let it define you. Accept it, learn from it, and show the world just how great you truly are.




David Snape
Temple Grandin
Dan Aykroyd
Alexis Wineman

How to Solve All Your Problems (Yes, Even That One)

Seems almost too good to be true. We all wish our problems would just up and fly away sometimes. So how do we accomplish this? First of all, I’d like to establish that the title of this article is very misleading. It’s not that you can’t solve whatever your current issue is, you most definitely can. It’s misleading because you will never solve all of your problems. Sounds pessimistic, right? Wrong. Let me explain.

Productive, Successful People All Know One Thing:

You will NEVER solve all your problems in your lifetime. As soon as you fix one, something new arises. The cycle is endless. This isn’t as bad as it sounds though. Problems presents challenges, challenges present routes, and routes present life-defining decisions.  If you want to succeed in your career, personal life, hobbies, etc. you have to make an active decision to do so. You can’t wait around on a good opportunity to present itself. You have to make one. When you come to that fork in the road and have to choose between the “Safe Route” and the “Unknown/Risky Route”, it’s best to take that risky road. Ask anyone who is successful. They all stress this relentlessly. Tai Lopez, a self-made millionaire, interviewed Elliot Husle (Former Olympist and founder of the successful Strength Camp) which can be found here:


They both agree that risks are necessary to achieve greatness. So take that chance, make a mistake. You’ll always regret what you never tried.

Okay, What Does This Have to Do With Anything?

It has to do with everything. You never hear a success story that starts off with “Oh, I played it safe. Stayed locked up in my home, away from all harm.” You will ALWAYS have some sort of problem to face in your life. These are just obstacles. You can either tackle it head-on, or you sit there and wave as it grows into an even bigger problem. Be aggressive, face your fears. The choice is your’s though. Are you passive, idly wasting time away waiting on that “golden ticket” that’ll never come? Or, are you an opportunity-maker, someone who the steers the course of their own life? So take that “problem” and do whatever you can solve it. This is the ultimate key to success.


Apologies To My Viewers

I apologize for the mess that is currently my blog. I’ll be making sure to clean it up once I get home from work tonight. For those interested, I got the first review posted to demonstrate how my reviews will be structured. You can find it here, or you can go through the menu system at the top. It’s under the Arts/Crafts section, and is on Prismacolor pencils.