Will

by Will Smith

I have spoken over the years to many artists, musicians, innovators, athletes, thinkers, poets, entrepreneurs, big dreamers from all walks of life, and there is a secret conversation that always seems to arise: How can we fully pursue and realize our visions while at the same time cultivating love, a thriving family, and fulfilling relationships? And here’s the harsh reality for everyone who loves a dreamer: Everything comes second to the dream. The attainment of my dream became an act of survival. In my darkest nights, my dream saved my life—it was my light, my food. My vision of brighter days sustained me. It was my whole purpose. I saw my hopes as the ticket to a better life—to joy, fulfilment, security, safety. I saw the realization of my dream as my only road to love and happiness. Failure equaled death. My belief was, When I get to the top of this mountain, I will never be scared again. I will never be sad again. I’ll never be abused or disrespected or unloved. Everything worth living for is at the top of this mountain. And there is nothing I am unwilling to leave or to lose to get there. And anyone who opposes or impedes my progress is my enemy. But here’s the dichotomy: My wife was my vision; my family was my vision. My picture encompassed joy, fulfillment, and prosperity for all of us. It’s my vision, but it’s not selfish because I’m doing it for everyone around me. (Spoiler alert: it’s a little bit more complicated than a dichotomy.)