I sat today, on the balcony of my hotel room, in down-town Dubai, watching life, people, and I took a breath.
Life can be ironic, who knew, who knows? What I thought though was this’ we are in the end the only ones who can decide. Decision, ahh yes, but first we must have options to decide about, the truth though is we wake facing options. We wake not knowing exactly how that day will pan out.
But we have an idea, we have an inkling, we have in some ways pre-planned our life, this has been forced upon us to some extent, work so life can be lived. But that’s the point of decision right there. I realised as I awoke from my own personal nightmare that I was still me. Yes absolutely life had been impacted, but to what extent? I was still me, and life is out there waiting to be lived.
When a doctor says you must not follow the dreams you’ve lived your whole life, you must question that doctor and his point of reason. Why? Because it’s your life. Absolutely it is your life, and no other human on the planet should tell you that you are not able to achieve your dreams…
As I watched life pass me by, thousands of people going about their daily life, I remembered that this was my calling, I love traveling, people, being involved in life, the awe that people hold when you race motorcycles is considerable, but the level of self respect I feel when I build critical infrastructure for humanity is way more important.
In the end we can decide, decide if we want to make a difference, to others and for ourselves. I gave myself away to the judgement of others, the language they used, the words they spoke and the actions they chose…
My lesson? Be kind to yourself, believe in your own vision of life, and trust that if you want it enough you can make it happen. No one else should define your success for you… and their vision of you should never become your own ~ The Motive..