20/20 Blindness

I can’t relate to you.

This has nothing to

Do with age,

Or my skin and gender.

You say I don’t

Understand. 

And you’re right; I don’t.

You work out based on

How you feel;

I work out based on

What I believe.

I can’t relate.

You need music

To be motivated.

My life is all the

Motivation I need.

I can’t relate.

You can cut your

Switch on and off.

My switch can

Never be unplugged.

I can’t relate.

You look for ways

To get out of work.

I look for ways

To put in more work.

I can’t relate.

You only go hard 

When other people 

Are watching.

I go hard regardless 

Of who is watching.

I can’t relate.

You get excited 

About Friday Nights.

I get excited 

About all of the

Times that you

Are not excited;

That you’re not

Motivated; 

That you’re skipping

Reps; when you’re 

Slacking or just

Lifting weight that’s

Too easy for you;

When you’re skipping 

Days to go mess

With some girls, 

Play video games,

Hang out wherever, 

Doing whatever.

Because while you’re 

Doing whatever,

I’m taking full advantage 

Of widening the gap

Between you and I;

Between mediocrity 

And greatness.

Between Participation 

Trophies and Championship 

Trophies.

But you still need

Somebody to BEG

You to work so

That YOU can

Get better.

No, I can’t relate.

If they don’t ask

Or make you work,

Then you won’t work.

Fine. Sit there.

You like to blend in,

I like to stand out.

You like to fit in.

I like to be odd or weird.

Fitting in and blending in

Is to participate.

It looks odd and weird 

To win championships 

And work harder 

Than everyone else.

So keep watching

And making Highlight

Films on Hudl.

I’ll keep working so

That you and everyone 

Else that’s fitting in

With you will end

Up on my Championship 

Highlight Reel.

This ain’t about 

Wins and Losses.

If that’s all you heard,

You’ve missed the point.

This is about setting 

Up my legacy for

Those Great-Grandchildren

Of mine that I 

May never meet.

You can’t relate?

I understand.

-John Doe’s Son