Success takes A LOT of fucking around.
Did anyone tell you THAT?!
Success = 80% fucking around + 20% hard work.
* 20% of hard work might take longer, but most results will come from fucking around.
Let me guess.
Reading another book on success? Self-improvement? Business strategies? Marketing?
Maybe (I sincerely hope not), you don’t even remember, when was the last time you read something for fun, because you wanted to, not because you felt you needed to, because you went, “Yay! I wanna read this right now!”, when you saw a book.
When did you last read something, you loved reading as a kid? I bet it was some fiction? Something that made your imagination go wild.
Guilty of that myself. Neglected fun reading for quite a while.
No more.
Time for some serious fucking around.
Every book on success, business strategy, self-improvement, life-hacking tells you do this and that, and your life will turn out fantastic.
Take this step.
Read this book, because so and so did that.
Follow this routine and sequence of steps, and you’ll be a success for sure! 100% guaranteed!
Why aren’t there so many truly successful people then?!
People who love where they are in life, love their journey, enjoy living their life?
Why do most people feel miserable? Like life is a torture and suffering?
Success is hard work, health is hard work, even your hobby is a hard work, because you need to show some results otherwise nobody will approve you wasting your time doing that.
Everything is hard work. Why bother living???
No wonder most people self-sabotage themselves making sure they die soon enough not to suffer too much.
Who wants to work hard for everything in life barely having a few minutes a day for fun?
Do this, do that, and then you get to do even more to keep it up, or you’ll be tossed aside by the ones who persist more pushing themselves on the way to success. Right?
Rat race in a new age! Better name, better reasons and still miserable life. Same music with new lyrics.
What if success in life is not about strategies (definitely not the ones borrowed), not about to-do lists, not about pushing yourself as hard as possible all the time never stopping to smell the roses?
What if we got it all wrong?
I don’t blame you. I did it. Hard not to, when everyone around joined the insanity race.
What if success depends more on you not being serious and doing things … a scary thought…hold your breath…what if success depends more on you fucking around and having fun? More than on any guru approved strategy?
What if 20% that gives you and me 80% of the results lay in that fucking around zone? When we are fully and apologetically ourselves? Doing what we love for no particular reason other than pure joy and fun? To satisfy our curiosity and answer yet another question, “What if…?”
What if best of you, best of your thoughts and ideas, best of your work and results come from that fun place, when you allow yourself to be and do anything. No sensors. No end goal. No plan. No measuring. Fun. Play. Experiments. Curiosity.
What if the best idea, you thought was absolutely brilliant, always come from that weekend you did “nothing”, making a fool of yourself in the park, learning a new trick rollerblading?
What if that no-less-than-genius solution of the problem at work came not from years of your experience, but for the most part, from watching silly cartoons with your nephew most of the weekend laughing your ass off.
What if all this time you were focusing on the wrong thing?
Trying to be someone else, learning someone else’ lessons instead of trying to be the most you, you can possibly be, paying no attention to what others think?
We are so incredibly alike and so immeasurably different and unique.
What works for me will not work for you, and if it does, it might not make you as happy as it made me.
My lesson might teach you useful things, but only if you look at it through the glasses of your own experiences, your own life.
All the teachers and gurus, most of them, think they can teach us the most by explaining what brought them their successes. They mean the best. They don’t hide anything on purpose. But might it be that they are not aware of why exactly they reached their success in the first place? They might really believe it was their consistent hard work. And partly it was.
It’s necessary to show up and practice skills. So when the genius idea knocks on our door, we are able to bring it to life with the skills acquired.
Genius doesn’t come from hard work. It comes out of play, but it only comes to the skillful ones.
The prepared ones.
Success lives in the intersection of hard work and fucking around.
80% of the results come from fucking around.
20% from hard work.
Now how can you apply this in your life?
Start fucking around. Obviously. But do it seriously. Like your life depends on it.
Have some serious fun.
Like you mean it.
Not just five minutes here and there feeling guilty of your unproductivity all the way through.
Do what makes you laugh so hard, your stomach starts hurting.
Do it like there is no tomorrow.
Do something that makes you go, “Whoa! Did I just do that?!”
Kick Ass! Be Awesome! Have some serious fun!
That’s said, self-destructive behavior does not produce the best results. AND it makes your life miserable after.
Have fun and then get back to work.
Practice your skills.
Your genius will come shortly.
Create a perfect home, channel for it — work on yourself.
Success = 80% fucking around + 20% hard work
* 20% of hard work might take longer, but most results will come from fucking around.
For fun. Not for profit.
The world was made for fun. Not for profit. It was created out of curiosity with the question in mind,
“What it would be like, if …?
There never was a final plan. Endless experiments. Endless questions,
“What if…? Just a game.
Game of creation. Creativity.
There never were strict rules, how to play the game. There wasn’t even a name for the game. Just Now. Here. “What if …?
Remember, when you were a kid? The world was your playground. No rules. Fun.
“What if …?
Remember running from an imaginary monster so fast, it felt like your legs could fall off.
You never thought though, what you’d do, if they actually fell off.
You just ran.
Remember jumping, trying to touch the sky? You actually believed you could. “Why not ? What if ?” You never thought, how high you could jump, based on fair estimation of your previous jumping attempts.
You never thought, you got to save some energy for tomorrow’s run. Or that you don’t want your calves to be sore.
Remember you believed every story?
Like nothing was impossible.
Remember?
It’s time to remember. Time to play the limitless game. Time to pretend you are a kid again.
No rules.
No limits. Curiosity. Questions.
Creativity. For fun. Not for profit.
