A little motivation, but not from Yuli Tonkin’s

I decided to tell my story to those who have lost hope, as well as to those who need an extra push to continue towards their goal. For some, it is a dream to live in Canada, for others to be Olympic champions, for others to be healthy, etc. My dream since I was 5 years old was to be in the military, at 8 I wanted to become a pilot. But a military pilot. During my development as a young kid, I went through dozens of sports (judo, karate, swimming, model ship), but no sport seemed to be my thing. At 13, I started playing football and I played this sport until I was 18. But it was time to study, high school was coming to an end. I never believed that an average, middle-class guy like me would be able to become a military pilot. What was I more than others? These people were demigods to me… I decided to apply to the military school anyway. If you pass your airman’s medical, you’ve already got one foot in and a small part of that job. But I was very afraid of contacts. I have no military in my family, I didn’t know any military. Who was I there to take one of the 15 allocated seats out of 80-90 applicants? And I took it that I passed. I couldn’t believe it! And then – four incredible years at the military school, filled with so much laughter, blunders, stupidities and messes that I will smile for the rest of my life, remembering the training there. But don’t lie to yourself – there have been hundreds of mornings where the alarm goes off at 05:30 am, I sit in bed and ask myself “Is there a point to all this work? I want to sleep…”. And I never fell asleep. But then came the first flights in which I was in the capacity of a person training to pilot an airplane. Then came the first solo flights. Every morning I got up at 4:30 for flights happier and more inspired than ever. I saw the point of all this work. I graduated from military school two months ago. I’m 23 now and my profession is the one I’ve dreamed of for as long as I can remember, but I’ve always been convinced I wouldn’t succeed. Sometimes, sitting at home at night, I wonder if I’m really doing what I’m doing. My plea to all of you is: if your dream requires you to study, study, if it requires you to train, train, if it requires you to fuck, fuck hard! Aim high! If I, boy X, made it, why can’t you?! Be healthy, be good and know that every effort, every nerve, every drop of sweat is rewarded. Yes, with some earlier, with others later, but it is rewarded! Of course, you also need luck, but it is only one pinch in the whole recipe for the dream! Don’t give up, even if it seems far or impossible!