Sometimes something just slaps you in the face and says:
“This is what life looks like when someone gives a damn.”
That’s what happened at the last concert I was at.
I wasn’t expecting enlightenment.
I was expecting good music, a solid night, a cool vibe.
Instead?
I got hit with passion.
Not the fake kind.
Not the Instagram-aesthetic kind.
The real deal:
The singer fully alive. The band fully in sync.
Everyone up there pouring themselves out like they didn’t have anything to save for tomorrow.
It wasn’t polished.
It wasn’t plastic.
It wasn’t perfect.
It was real.
And that honesty has a force to it.
It makes you ask questions you haven’t asked in a while:
- When’s the last time you poured your soul into something?
- When’s the last time you showed up all the way on?
- When’s the last time you cared enough to lose yourself in what you were doing?
We all talk about “passion” like it’s a personality trait.
But watching those guys up there…it hit me:
Passion is work.
Passion is reps.
Passion is practice until you disappear into the craft.
Passion is showing up on a random Tuesday and deciding:
“I’m going to be excellent whether anyone notices or not.”
That show reminded me of something:
Most people are living on 30%.
Dimmed.
Muted.
Running safe settings.
But the ones who turn the switch all the way up?
You feel them from across the room.
You remember them.
You leave changed.
That’s the kind of life I want to build.
I’m going to keep building, building until one day someone sees me in my element and thinks:
“Damn… that man is ON.”
Building it.
Brick by brick.
-Brickwall