Start Your Own Hall of Fame

Ever have a day when you’re feeling down about yourself? Like you’re not good enough? Like you’ll never accomplish all the goals an earlier version of yourself painstakingly recorded on that crumpled and slightly worn piece of paper?

We all have them. But it is when we let our fears consume our soul that we become distraught and drown in self-destructive pools of indifference.

You have the power to be anything and everything you ever wanted to be. Do not tell yourself otherwise. Frustration is a part of life. Setbacks are a part of life. But I believe it is through pain and struggle that we eventually find triumph.

It has been a while, far too long, since I’ve written a song-inspired post. The Script is one of my favorite bands, and, in another life, their lyrics probably would have flooded the virtual pages of this blog a long time ago. But, like I’ve said earlier, music, a lot of the time, has been the guiding force in my life. I’m a writer. It comes with the territory to over-analyze, and scrutinize, everything. Which is probably why both some of my fondest and most tainted memories are wrapped up in the Script’s lyrics.

But, oh this band. The Script has yet to let me down. They always seem to release the perfect song to which I decide to set my life. And “Hall of Fame” is no exception.

I asked you at the beginning of this post if you’ve ever felt like you weren’t good enough—whether that be for a class, a job, a friend, a loved one. I’m here to tell you that you are. But you aren’t just good enough. You are more than enough. And, if you work hard and maintain your integrity through it all, I promise you that you will see all your life goals come to fruition, and, one day, you’ll be standing in your own personal hall of fame.

It does not matter how the rest of the world sees you. They will never understand all that you’ve endured. The only thing that matters in life is how you see yourself.

But if there is one thing I can tell you for certain, there will always be someone out there to help you through it all—someone who can see the beauty in you when you, yourself, are struggling to see it. It may be an artist, a friend, a family member, a coworker, or just some random passerby on the street. But there will always be someone to reach out to who is willing to help you pick up the pieces.

Never lose sight of yourself. And stop worrying so much. I think you’re pretty special.

But if you don’t believe me, maybe you’ll listen to them:

“You could be the greatest

You could be the best

You could be the King Kong, banging on your chest.

 

You could beat the world

You could beat the war

You could talk to God, go banging on his door.

 

You can throw your hands up

You can be the clock

You can move a mountain

You can break rocks

You can be a master.

 

Don’t wait for luck.

Dedicate yourself and you can find yourself

Standing in the hall of fame


 

And the world’s gonna know your name


Cause you burn with the brightest flame


And the world’s gonna know your name


And you’ll be on the walls of the hall of fame



 

You could go the distance


You could run the mile


You could walk straight through hell with a smile



 

You could be the hero


You could get the gold


Breaking all the records that thought never could be broke



 

Do it for your people


Do it for your pride


Never gonna know if you never even try



 

Do it for your country


Do it for you name


Cause there’s gonna be a day



When you’re standing in the hall of fame


 

And the world’s gonna know your name


Cause you burn with the brightest flame


And the world’s gonna know your name


And you’ll be on the walls of the hall of fame


 


Be a champion, Be a champion, Be a champion, Be a champion



On the walls of the hall of fame



 

Be students


Be teachers


Be politicians


Be preachers



Be believers


Be leaders


Be astronauts


Be champions


Be truth seekers…”



 

 

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