The thing about following your dreams, is you’re not actually following anything or anyone. As much as the people around you may want to do it for you – no one can cry for you, no one can laugh for you, no one can hold your hand when you finally step onto that stage alone, and no one can make the split decisions that it takes in the moment to make the difference between a rehearsed vision and a moment where you genuinely LIVE your dream.
Because at the end of the day, greatness is not only a vast capacity for patience and discipline when no one is watching, but the ability to walk out on that stage and forget everything you’ve known, everything you’ve prepared, every moment leading up to this, and just be. Just live. Be vulnerable while the whole word is watching, and let them see you, and your bones, and what you’ve done to be able to stand there before them today.
But when your 15 minutes is done or put on hold, it’s the moments after, it’s the people who still come around every day and say they believe in you, it’s the people who just hold you next to them even though they KNOW your heart is still on that stage, it’s when you’ve forgotten the point, it’s when you’ve forgotten you, it’s those people who come when you think no one won’t and say, „I know you who are, and I’ve always known. Be patient.“ And it’s in that moment I know it’s not a human RACE, and it never was, it was just me figuring out how to beat myself, and you all waiting as I figure that out.