This is your life.
You sit down at a candlelit table decorated with the finest cloth and cutlery. Your waiter arrives, suited and straight-backed to attention, pen and pad ready to take your order.
‘What can I get you, sir?’
‘Well,’ you say. ‘I’d like a big serving of success.’
‘How big, sir? We have many sizes and flavours of success. There’s moderate, massive, and mega-success.’
‘I’m not feeling too greedy,’ you say. ‘Somewhere between moderate and massive will do.’
‘Excellent choice, sir. Money?’
‘$100,000 a year, please.’
‘Haven’t really thought about that. A few mil will do.’
‘Yeah, make me ripped with big arms.’
‘A banging model wife, please.’
‘Great. Would you like some fame with your fortune?’
‘A bit of fame would be nice. How long will that all take?’
‘About a year, sir.’
‘Oh. I can’t really wait a year. I can do 6-8 months.’
‘I’m sure we can do that for you, sir. The life of your dreams will be ready by next summer.’
‘Great. I don’t want to struggle or work too hard.’
‘Not a problem, sir.’
This is your life.
Except it’s not.
There is no magic waiter with a pen and paper. There is no choosing when success will happen. There is no success in under a year. There is no waving a magic wand and suddenly you have the body, money, relationships, and life of your dreams.
There’s no waiter. There’s no fancy table. There’s no express service for success.
But there is you. Slaving in a dingy kitchen day after day, cooking away.
You’ll get better day by day but it will happen so incrementally that you won’t even notice it. You look back after a year and say, hey, now I can afford fancy knives and blenders and top quality spices when I had to make do with less before. You’ll say, hey, my cheesecake doesn’t suck as much and my steak ravioli is actually pretty good.
Keep slaving away and one day the time will come. You’ll have the fancy dinner cloth and the candles and the cutlery and you’ll have the world’s best chefs and waiters around you.
And you’ll be able to take off the apron, sit down in your own establishment with a smile, and order whatever you damn well please.
Then, when you’re full and satisfied, you’ll get right back in that kitchen and keep on cooking.