Excuses are worth less than nothing.
Excuses are worth less than nothing.
It’s the most important thing you can do.
1. Trust Yourself
No matter what anyone else thinks. Figure out who you want to be. Not what, but who.
2. Break the rules.
3. Don’t Be Afraid To Fail
4. Don’t Listen To The Naysayers
Pay no attention to the people who say things can’t be done.
5. Work Your Ass Off
Leave no stone unturned. Mohhammid Ali said he doesn’t count his situps until they start hurting.
6. Find a way to give something back!
Wow. I’m pretty embarrassed to publish this… but I’m guilty of obsessing over my problems instead of actually solving them. It’s really self indulgent to pity yourself and feel sorry for yourself, but it’s much more important to respect yourself and work hard toward fixing things in your life.
No more waiting.
No more missing out on something because you did nothing.
No more hesitation.
Like my grandfather said, take advantage of opportunities.
When it comes right down to it, I mean when it comes down to the people that have truly mattered to me in my life, there isn’t really a question of what I would or wouldn’t do. There is no such thing as an obstacle. No such thing as time or distance or space that can come between us. There is nothing but what we decide to share. And that has been the most important thing I’ve ever known in my life.
I don’t care how hard it is. I really don’t give a fuck.
All that matters to me is that I see you again.
And I will.
“I lost nothing.”
Even after suffering an adverse event, Seneca would say “nihil perditi,” meaning I lost nothing, for all his goods were within him.
It doesn’t matter what you call it…
How do you become a badass? Or a Wild Woman?
Are you fucking kidding me!?
This is the wrong kind of thinking. This is the trap, and the lie. The idea that you can become someone else. Something outside of yourself. It’s not true.
It’s the opposite of the truth. That’s why so many people are stuck and feel like shit. This lie is the reason for so much depression and anxiety.
Almost every time I’ve fucked up in my life, almost every time I’ve done something or tolerated something that a badass would never tolerate… it’s because of all the layers of bullshit on top of the core of who I am.
These layers we all live with… shame, fear, guilt, stories we tell ourselves about what we “should” or shouldn’t do, all the bullshit limits you put on yourself, all the judgements of other people, all the expectations of others, the fear of disappointing people or being judged…
None of it is real.
It’s all bullshit. And this bullshit piles on top of us our whole lives. Sometimes it’s shoveled onto us by other people, or we absorb it by the culture we’re born into, or maybe you put this stuff on yourself.
Freedom. That’s what you really want. That’s what makes you a badass.
That’s the key to the lock of the prison of bullshit that exists in your mind.
So, how do you use the key? First you have to find it, to uncover it. Dig it out from under all the lies, the fear and stories you live with.
You dig it out by staring those lies in the face until they vaporize. You dig and dig, and sometimes you need help from someone else, and sometimes you hit a wall and have to dig in a new direction, but you keep digging until the only thing left is yourself.
Until the only thing left is a badass, a person who is truly free.
You don’t have to “become” a badass. Because you already are.
This essay by Kobe Bryant is fucking badass.
’Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down:
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho’ much is taken, much abides; and tho’
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are;
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
– Ulysses by Tennyson