Everyone calls you crazy. Until you’re a genius.

Imagine this.

A massive stadium.
One of the best baseball players in the world is pitching.

All you need to do is hit a home run.
If you do, you win a billion dollars.

People line up from all over the world.
Everyone wants a shot.

You step up.
You swing.
Miss.

You swing again.
Miss.

The crowd starts booing.

"Get off the field!"
"You’re wasting our time!"
"You’re a failure!"

But you stay.
You swing again.

Now they’re angry.
They call you selfish. Arrogant. Delusional.
There are thousands of people waiting their turn.

And you're still there swinging.

Then it happens.
On the 10th try, or the 50th, or the 117th…
You hit it.

Home run.

The same crowd that booed you?
Now they're on their feet.
Clapping.
Cheering.
Saying they always believed in you.

Nothing changed except the sound of the bat.

And here’s the twist:
Most of that crowd?
It’s not strangers.
It’s not the media.
It’s not even your friends.

It’s you.
Your own voice in your head.

Telling you to quit.
To not embarrass yourself.
To sit back down.

That’s the real battle.
Shutting out the noise that lives in you.

I heard this analogy from Scooter Braun on The Diary of a CEO podcast.

And his plot twist? He said he used to think the crowd was other people.
But now he knows: the loudest voice to silence is your own... And the world then pretends they never doubted you.

So let’s keep swinging,

Tino