When I was in my early twenties, I jogged daily. People yelled snarky comments at me -- usually while they were sitting in lawn chairs. I was running too slowly, they said. They could walk faster, they said. They spoke seriously without a hint of jocularity.
I timed myself. I was running a mile per seven minutes... which is, of course, outstanding. I should have never doubted myself.
People have described Jessica Alba as fugly on Youtube-- and the comment received 5 thumbs up. Albert Einsten's physics professors urged him to switch to a different major when he was in college.
The Nashville elites told Willie Nelson-- the best country singer of our time-- that he couldn't sing when he was new on the scene. I met a woman who was among the people who tried to shut down Willie; to this day she insists that she doesn't know how he gained so much popularity.
I could go on. It comes back to one thing: people don't know shit. If you have a dream, pursue it. As Willie Nelson said, don't listen to them. Do it your way. Even George Carlin-- who was perhaps the most cynical man you could meet-- said "dreams come true."
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