.....Thanks for Suffering.....

No I've never really done that. Alot of addicts risk everything like that.

maybe everyone needs an example....

youre real good friends with your boss.....the company you work for just got bought by an even bigger, more reputable company and you think your boss is going to take the severance package they offer and you put in for their position.

now, youre quite comfortable with your life and it could change a lot of situations if you were to take the position you'd no doubt have any choice to, if you got the position at all......that means, basically giving up the lax life you currently have, yet the job would allow more financial stability, but no life to spend it....and the stress...the stress...

I don't really have anything to risk, so whatever I do, I'm not really risking anything? I mean, what do I really have? My life? Is that that big a deal? No, it could be over at any time, I don't really have any control over that. My time? I have to do something with it I suppose, so I'm never really risking that either. I dunno, maybe be more specific, and tell me what you risked? Is this an emotional thing? Like risking your heart or something?

[QUOTE=Minuet]ever been a time where you risked everything? anything at all for someone else? [I]something[/I] else?

ever let everything else go to shit, just to maintain that one thing?
all energies put towards [I]it[/I] and nothing more....

maybe you did these things for personal benefit, maybe completely selfless...how did it turn out in the end?
how long did it take? would you ever do something similar again?[/QUOTE]

For two years I've dedicated every day of my life to becoming an author. I've sacrificed my family who all hate me, my friends, my teenage years, my sanity, my ability to cry, my hobbies and interests, and pretty much everything else. Now I'm standing on the edge of humanity. Nobody understands this. In order to fully achieve a goal, you have to put all of your eggs in one basket. You have to [I]need[/I] it. That's the difference between those who succeed and those who don't. To win, you have to put every fucking thing you have into it. I refuse to get my driver's licence, because if I have a licence I'll buy a car and have fun. No fun, not allowed. If I'm having fun in a car then I'm not writing. If I have a car I'll try to pick up girls, and if I get a girlfriend I'll feel too complete to thrive for writing. If I have friends I'll be too happy. In order to become what I want to become, it has to be the only thing in my life. I decided that two years ago. Now it's too late to go back. Which is what I've been waiting for. By now I would have graduated grade twelve, had my full licence, and a few thousand dollars saved up from my job. I could have been living on my own right now, or on vacation.

My life could have been great, but it's not. So if I quit now and go for a normal life, I'll be behind everyone else. But every single day I stay behind, I want more and more to just give up and shoot for a normal life. But also, every single day that I get deeper in the hole, I want more and more to get that letter from a publisher that'll spring me up past everyone.
I'm powered by one thing. I had a talk with my brother about a year ago, he said, "Dan, you're like the turtle in the race. Truth is, I know you're gonna get whatever you're aiming for, you're way too smart and WAY too fucking determined to fail. Me, I had a girlfriend, my own apartment and a car when I was 16, and I had a job making 13 bucks an hour. I'm going through life like the rabbit, and you're still sitting at the starting line. But I know one day you're just gonna take off and win."
Right afterwords, he told me that he can't stand me anymore. That I'm not the same person I used to be, that I should quit anyways because money isn't everything. I told him I can't quit, and he told me to fuck off then.

Every single person that knows me hates my guts with a passion. Unless you've been there, you can't imagine how much it changes you when you spend two years by yourself.

Was it worth it? Yes.

You just need new eggs.

[QUOTE=Nightrious]For two years I've dedicated every day of my life to becoming an author. I've sacrificed my family who all hate me, my friends, my teenage years, my sanity, my ability to cry, my hobbies and interests, and pretty much everything else. Now I'm standing on the edge of humanity. Nobody understands this. In order to fully achieve a goal, you have to put all of your eggs in one basket. You have to [I]need[/I] it. That's the difference between those who succeed and those who don't. To win, you have to put every fucking thing you have into it. I refuse to get my driver's licence, because if I have a licence I'll buy a car and have fun. No fun, not allowed. If I'm having fun in a car then I'm not writing. If I have a car I'll try to pick up girls, and if I get a girlfriend I'll feel too complete to thrive for writing. If I have friends I'll be too happy. In order to become what I want to become, it has to be the only thing in my life. I decided that two years ago. Now it's too late to go back. Which is what I've been waiting for. By now I would have graduated grade twelve, had my full licence, and a few thousand dollars saved up from my job. I could have been living on my own right now, or on vacation.

My life could have been great, but it's not. So if I quit now and go for a normal life, I'll be behind everyone else. But every single day I stay behind, I want more and more to just give up and shoot for a normal life. But also, every single day that I get deeper in the hole, I want more and more to get that letter from a publisher that'll spring me up past everyone.
I'm powered by one thing. I had a talk with my brother about a year ago, he said, "Dan, you're like the turtle in the race. Truth is, I know you're gonna get whatever you're aiming for, you're way too smart and WAY too fucking determined to fail. Me, I had a girlfriend, my own apartment and a car when I was 16, and I had a job making 13 bucks an hour. I'm going through life like the rabbit, and you're still sitting at the starting line. But I know one day you're just gonna take off and win."
Right afterwords, he told me that he can't stand me anymore. That I'm not the same person I used to be, that I should quit anyways because money isn't everything. I told him I can't quit, and he told me to fuck off then.

Every single person that knows me hates my guts with a passion. Unless you've been there, you can't imagine how much it changes you when you spend two years by yourself.

Was it worth it? Yes.[/QUOTE]
you gotta lose some to win some.

i think if what youre doing makes you happy and gives you the feeling of achievement if not now, but in the future as well, then keep it up.

i agree

I might be risking everything with this military thing.. Rather, I'm losing everything I am and everything I have.

Sounds kind of good.