Here is the paradox.
Having both a lot of talent for something or not having it at all can be both equal obstacles in achieving anything, if you let it get to you.
All my life I was told I am talented in many things. And guess what?
I wasted many opportunities because I thought I don’t need to do shit to be good.
I was so wrong.
All my life I was told I have no talent for many other things. And guess what?
I wasted equally many opportunities because I gave up right from the start. If I suck at something anyways, why even bother?
I was so wrong.
And I would have gone like that, all the way. Wasting chance by chance, missing out on an lifelong opportunity to improve myself.
My teenage years have passed, with myself not being particularly good at anything.
I had big dreams and ambition, you see, like any other idealistic young guy, but I was lacking all the means to make the change. And it was consuming me.
Why? Because of that talent myth. And the fact that I was believing in that myth, instead of believing in myself.
Until a time would come when I told myself to wake **the fuck** up.
It is only then, when I discovered that good things in life such as skills and achievements do not rain from the sky but are forged in fire. And what fuels that fire is focus, discipline and determination.
So is ability to chose and decide, as if there were no boundaries. Because in reality there are none.
And then it happened.
In the past my novellas got butchered by the editors, people questioning my writing talent & my big dreams of becoming a writer.
Today I am a published author, having won several national literature contests and with a portfolio of short stories printed by major publishing houses.
In the past I was told I had no talent at mathematics & computer science, merely a curious case of wanna be writer, “humanist” born into family of engineers.
Today I am managing team of IT engineers across 3 continents, in a successful, tech company.
In the past I would be a hopeless loser, when it came to the courting game, hopelessly drifting from one failed attempt of getting attention to the other. I sucked at romance so much, that compared to me Howard Wolfowitz from early episodes of Big Bang Theory would seem like reasonable dating choice.
Today I am married to my Sweetheart, a girl who in my earlier years would not even give me a second look (and trust me, I was not the only one trying to win her heart).
I there a secret to it all? There is none, and never was.
Do not wait for the ray of light piercing the sky, magical sparkle of inspiration, self enlightenment mumbo jumbo.
Just go out there. Chose what is important for you. Decide and focus.
Be annoying and consistent. Do the shit.
Be brutally honest to yourself, so you see clearly mistakes you make on the way. And adjust. Try over and over again. Take the different angle if needed. But keep going.
And remember: There is no such thing as talent.
There is only blood, sweat and tears.
/Post from my archived blog “Sword in the woods”/