Lucas's Blog

It had simmered away in my mind for years.

This small little desire.

The type that eats away at your insides —

Not because it’s loud, more so because it’s always there.

It lingers.

That inaction.

That feeling of knowing you should be doing something.

It pokes at you when you’re scrolling,

when you’re lying in bed,

when you see someone else doing the thing you wish you could.

And yet, we don’t act on it.

Not because it’s impossible —

But because it feels embarrassing.

That was me.

I wanted to start creating more.

I’m not an artist, not a creative at heart —

But I do like sharing my ideas.

I wanted to post more online.

Connect with more people from all over the world.

The cost?

Not financial.

Judgement. Embarrassment.

To type it in hindsight feels unsettling.

Imagine not pursuing my own dreams because of what people thought.

And that’s the thing about fear —

It always feels logical in the moment.

In hindsight, it’s laughable.

What will people think?

That question ruled me for a long time.

The older I’ve become, the clearer my answer becomes:

It doesn’t really matter.

It’s never really mattered.

If someone doesn’t understand your new path —

A passion, a project, a total left turn —

You don’t owe them an explanation.

You don’t owe them comfort.

And you definitely don’t owe them your potential.

This is your life.

And to live it based on someone else’s expectations?

It’s the modern tragedy of potential.

Yet I did it.

For years.

Let the fear of judgment — not even the judgment itself —
stop me from doing something new.

And like most things in life, you don’t truly learn the lesson

until you’ve lived it.

Until you’ve felt the thing you were scared of.

Until you’ve walked through the discomfort and realised
the worst-case scenario never shows up.

Posting that first blog.

Posting that first video.

Thinking there would be a shockwave through your life.

And that’s the moment everything shifts.

That’s the moment the story you’ve been telling yourself finally cracks open.

That is the first day of your new life.

Here’s the part no one really talks about:

That “embarrassment” you were so afraid of?

It was never real.

It only existed in your head —

A made-up version of the world where everyone’s watching, judging, laughing.

But in reality?

Most people aren’t thinking about you at all.

They’re thinking about themselves.

They’re too wrapped up in their own lives —

Their own business, insecurities — to be tracking yours.

The ones who have done the thing you want to do?

They’re the least likely to judge you.

A runner won’t laugh at you for having to stop and walk through your first jog.

They remember what that felt like.

They were once there too.

A bilingual person won’t roll their eyes when you mess up a sentence.

They’ll probably smile — because they know how much courage it takes to even try.

The people doing the thing — they get it.

They’ve already paid the entry fee.

So they’re not watching you to mock you.

If anything, they’re rooting for you.

No one who’s ahead of you will judge you for trying.

It’s only the people standing still who point and laugh.

And even then — it’s rarely about you.

It’s just their own discomfort speaking.

Embarrassment might feel like the price of entry.

But when you finally pay it?

You realise it was never embarrassment at all.

It was just the friction of growth.

And once you get through it, you feel lighter.
Freer.
More you than you’ve felt in a long time.

And what you’re left with — is a quiet pride that you did the thing you were once afraid of.

Everything you want is on the other side of this strange feeling.

All the growth.

Development.

New friends, connections, and opportunities.

And yet — most people stop right before they get there.

They feel the wobble, the discomfort, the cringe.

And they assume it means they’re not ready.

But I think it means the opposite.

I think it means you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.

Because all of this — the awkward starts, the fear of being seen trying,

The thoughts that say “who do you think you are?” — they’re not signs to stop.

They’re signs you’re stepping into something new.

I tackled this feeling for a long time,

And quickly learned something:

You give your own permission to make your life what it is.

No one you aspire to be looks around and waits for acceptance from the masses.

They pave their own reality, despite what the critics have to say.

They relish in people not fully understanding the vision they have.

You don’t get to skip this part.

No one does.

Not the people you look up to, not the ones already doing the thing.

They’ve just been willing to look a little foolish before things made sense.

Most of the time, you’re seeing them in their end state

A culmination of years of work and sacrifice,

Compressed into a highlight reel on Instagram.

And that’s the key difference.

It’s not talent.

Not luck.

But the willingness to try, to stumble publicly

and to keep going anyway.

That’s what builds confidence.

That’s what builds character.

And eventually, you look back and realise…

You’re no longer scared of trying.

You’ve stretched the part of yourself that once avoided discomfort.

And now, you meet it with a kind of calm.

“Oh, it’s you again — cool. Let’s go.”

To shamelessly quote Hormozi in this blog:

You don’t gain confidence by shouting affirmations in the mirror.

You do it by having an undeniable stack of proof that you are who you say you are.

So if you’re sitting on an idea, a goal, a thing you’ve wanted to try for way too long —

This is your sign.

To stop waiting for the feeling to pass.

Do not wait until it’s perfect.

That day is never coming.

Stop telling yourself the story that people are watching.

And instead — start.

Start when it feels weird.

Start when you don’t feel ready.

Start when you’re scared of what they’ll say.

Because the only way is through.

And when you’re on the other side of it, you’ll wonder why you ever held back.

You’ll wish you started sooner.

But you’ll be proud you started at all.

That feeling of learning something —

Doing something new, exciting… fun —

That’s what we’re meant to do as humans.

Explore every facet of our capabilities with no bounds.

No one stands on the top from day one.

No one is born unafraid.

We’re all just fumbling forward,

learning as we go,

trying to feel a little more alive.

And that’s the point.

Not to be perfect,

But to be in it.

To be moved by something.

To create, to connect, to try.

Because life’s too short to live at a half measure.

To be always seen as cool is a surrendering of your ability to try.

And far too precious to waste worrying what the world thinks.

So start small.

Post the thing.

Try the thing.

Say the thing.

Let it be messy.

No one gets in for free.

But that’s the point.

Your admittance fee is your ability to try.