I immediately thought, “Kris is a mind reader.”
In pro basketball terms, “Son, you right. Bet. Bet.”
Me = optimimistic idealist.
Life = realistically temporal.
Do idealistically natured people easily frame their impractical vision of life in negative terms because we want to live in some inner Utopia?
I know when my head isn’t filled with too many thoughts, and I’m in action, living my idea of a value-aligned capitalistically adventurous life while facing fears, getting shit done, and using my willpower to overcome my own distrust (of myself) and negative feelings, I’m lighter on my feet. I smile more. I laugh often. I feel powerful (in non-Trump sort of way).
I feel productive.
But you say it right when you say, “BE BRAVER THAN YOU FEEL.”
Every game I ever played in from the time I was 14, until my MVP days in Belgium to the last game I ever played (I retired last weekend in a 35 in over tournament and couldn’t walk for days, okay, probably not ever going to retire), I have to confront my feelings, even when I know I’m adequate, if not one part of the 1% of athletes that did something unnatural. I don’t say that in the cocky sense, but rather, in a humble sense.
Every day I had to confront those fear feelings. Be brave. Get excited about the challenge of losing, of failing, of looking like an idiot in front of thousands of people. This path of idiocracy become part of my life. And I would just like to say, not only take action, but also take micro-actions. These small steps of willpower develop trust in the mind and body.
Willpower is defeated by fear, which at the root may be a lack of self-love, of never honoring and loving the little kid that still lives in us.
Do we not love ourselves enough to shine our fucking light as bright as possible? Isn’t that vulnerability at it’s greatest? Is vulnerability part of success?
I think so, at least for me anyways.
“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong (wo)man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again, because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause; who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly, so that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who neither know victory nor defeat.”