What is defeat?

In other words, what does it actually mean to lose?

My buddy sent me a post today from X that said simply,

until death, all defeat is psychological.

Why?

Well, because if there is air in your lungs, there's an opportunity to find a solution, to move

forward, to connect all those dots that will ultimately change your life.

But here's the catch.

This is the part that I think we often miss. We think defeat is something life gives us.

Bestowed upon us by the world. It's a letter we get in the mail.

When in reality, it's much simpler than that. Defeat is an internal decision. Defeat is looking around and quite simply saying no.

It's saying, sure, I could have this. I know I'm capable of it, but I don't want it.

I refuse to march on. Defeat is saying the prize or mountain top or victory.

To me, it's just not worth what it costs.

And when you believe that,

that's when you have officially created

and allowed defeat into your life.

It's a willingness question, a how bad do you want it question.

Because here's the deal, the road to anything meaningful is difficult.

A willingness to pivot, to pick yourself up off the floor and continue into an unknown that, let's be real, owes you nothing.

Well, that can hurt.

That's not a comfortable process.

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