{ Thought Catalog } What my Dad taught me about Love
What My Dad Taught Me About Love
NOV. 21, 2012 By MILA JARONIEC
Rather, he taught me what he knew about love by accidental example.
First of all, that it has to drive you. It has to be your reason to get out of bed in the morning and stay up all night, your reason to keep going anywhere and keep doing anything at all. You have to feel genuine passion for what you’re doing or else nothing will happen. But it’s not enough to just love it - you have to put your back into it. You have to give it everything you have or else it won’t be anything at all.
And it usually requires sacrifice, time, health, sleep, whatever; it consumes you so naturally some things get pushed aside. Whenever I feel too stressed or burnt out I just think about my dad, a man over sixty, going to bed at 3:00 a.m. and getting up two hours later to compose endless drafts and lectures and proposals, running to the lab on holidays and weekends to finish just one more thing.
Sometimes you have to remind yourself why you care in the first place.
And that when something is yours, when you feel like it’s meant for you, when you feel it’s in your blood, you don’t pussy out when things get difficult. You don’t crumple under failure when it inevitably happens. You remember there are no magical outcomes, and the world doesn’t owe you anything, and at the end of the day you make your own luck, and then you do it better.
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