22) I Was a Hater

Nobody Owes You Shit

I was a hater.

I fucking hated living in a trailer.
I hated that we couldn’t pay our bills.
I hated that my parents struggled with money.
I hated the way all that shit went down.
I hated the struggle.
I hated that we didn’t have a financial IQ.
I fucking hated the whole process.

So I changed it.

Instead of staying stuck in hate and bitterness, I used it as fuel. I flipped the script and decided to work toward something better.

When you grow up less fortunate—financially, athletically, whatever—it’s easy to be a critic. It’s easy to be a hater. Even though I didn’t know what that was back then, I was already deep in it.

Because deep down, you’re not mad at them—you’re mad at the gap between where you are and where you want to be.

You’ve got two choices:
Be a critic.
Or be a performer.

And I don’t mean performer like a stage act. I mean someone who shows up. Someone who takes action. Someone who works toward a life they actually want.

I used to sit around thinking,
“Why does that guy get it and I don’t?”
“Why do they win and I lose?”
“Why did it come easy for them and not me?”

Guess what?
Nobody owes you a motherfucking thing.

You can be critical of yourself—sure. Use that to get better. But don’t waste time criticizing others who are out there taking risks and doing the damn thing.

Even if you’ve still got a little hate in your heart—start digging. Start asking why. The truth is, I was mad because I hadn’t lived up to even a fraction of my potential. I was frustrated that someone else had.

So I made the shift:
“Fuck it. I’m going to go get that.”
I decided to work on myself—daily, aggressively, unapologetically. Not to prove it to anyone else, but for me and my family.

That right there?
That changed my whole life.

Quit hating.
Get your shit together.
Work on YOU.
And go inspire someone else to do the same.