The world is brutal, and you must be brave.
I wish I could tell you otherwise. I wish I could fill your days with new barbells and kettlebells and beautiful, inspiring PRs. I wish I could tell you that the path to success is shiny and bright and sunshine will come out of your ass.
But that’s not going to happen. And stop listening to the people who feed you that bullshit. The world is a much darker place. There are no fucking unicorns. Just horses with pointy shit glued on their noses. And yeah, the world can be a cold place. And vicious. And sometimes seemingly devoid of any real meaning. You can lose yourself in the world, searching for soul.
But don’t.
There is soul and you know how to look for it. You must look for it. You must find it. Just because the world is brutal doesn’t mean that you get to hide yourself off from it and live the life of the complainer, the person who never gets a break, the suckass whiner with the perpetually doomed viewpoint, certain that life’s suckerpunch is always headed for them. Don’t search for pity. Don’t settle for consolation. Fight for victory.
Salvation sits right at your feet.
The world is brutal, and you must be brave. But you have a barbell. You can do something. And then another thing. And another. You change. Things change. We change. Get the fuck on it.
(Image courtesy of Nicole Bedard Photography.)
