They called you crazy. Your idea is lunacy. Your approach, ridiculous. Your dreams? Childish fantasy. It’s never been done, and certainly not by someone the likes of you. People better than you have tried and failed, they say. You’re just a nut!
There is no growth in sanity. The sane live a life of comfort and predictability. They live in metrics and tangibles. They live in the past, with an understanding of how things were and use that to determine how things will be. Sanity is a cardboard box. Your life is a mirrored funhouse.
The seasons I spend in my good space—when I can guarantee I’ll hear “You’re Crazy” at least twice a day—are the times I am my best mentally, emotionally and spiritually. They call me crazy because I’m open and honest, wide-eyed and enthusiastic about life and my approach to it. They call me crazy because I know I’m unstoppable and the world is mine for the taking. They smell the iconoclasm, the hints of megalomania and they identify it as “Crazy.” It’s easier to call it that than what it really is: Genius.
Your “crazy” is enviable. You are creative. You are a visionary. You have a unique perspective that they can’t see because they weren’t given your prescription. You are a thinker and a doer. Most importantly, you have faith.
Faith is often spoken of in a religious sense. Here, I mean the belief in something unseen in its purest form—the faith in self. The faith in the future because YOU SEE IT. It’s only unseen to the rest. If you see it, you can be it. If you believe it, go and retrieve it! You have faith that you can create the life you choose. The faith that things may not work out exactly as planned, but will work out best if you let it. The faith that you can steer the ship, but not control the waters, and still arrive safely. The faith that you can endure anything because you are playing the game of life and intend to win.
You are crazy because you don’t settle for the status quo. You aren’t satisfied with the same things as your co-workers. You don’t have the same concepts of money as the rest in your industry. You take risks that frighten your family. You are so crazy, you have your own belief system you subscribe to! How crazy is that?
Crazy is determined by whoever runs the asylum. They are the gatekeepers for the world they created, but you are the Ultimate Creator of your Universe. It’s not called Crazytown. It’s called The Future.