Where the rubber meets the road, that’s the goal

May 26, 2022

For 20 years I believed I wanted to be an artist

For 20 years I hid from the fact

For 20 years I practiced like a mad man

For 20 years I fought in the trenches

For 20 years I lost every battle

For 20 years I sharpened my blades

And for 20 years I kept breaking them

For 20 years everyone was better than me

For 20 years I had a vision of what my life would look like when I reached that illusion

And when the day was finally there and I’d become an artist and I could draw the visions in my head and feel that I’d accomplished something, I quit

I said this is not for me

I said I liked the road more than the promised land

I said it was time to get back behind the wheel

I said I had a new vision

I said I knew the road to nowhere

So for 4 years I was back at it again

Back pouring gasoline into the tank

Back battling

Back sharpening

Back believing

Back doing what needed to be done

Back breaking my back

Back sweating

Back hustling

Back until I was broke, broken, beaten, and had lost my mission

I promised myself I would get back on the road as soon as I regained my vision

It’s been 8 long years since I lost it

I still don’t have my sight back

But I’ve learned to live without it

I’m back on the road again but this time there’s nowhere to go

I’m just driving

Enjoying the rubber rolling and the wind howling

A black and white photo of the author Jussi's smiling face with shortcut hair and a short beardJussi Tarvainen

Former pro snowboarder. Author at night. Multi(failed)-entrepreneur. And mostly an awesome designer (said, my five-year-old son).

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