Now, a few of you know what it is to have something to so scald you, so burn you, so beat

you, so parvourize you, that your fight goes out of you.

And you are so scattered and so broken and so fragmented that you don't even know whether

you could ever live again or whether you can ever live again or whether you will ever smile

again or whether you will ever live to fight another day or whether you'll be able to pull yourself

together just to fake a smile for a few minutes in front of people to say I'm doing okay knowing

you're lying on the inside I'm talking about going through so much that something inside

of you dies. And you wonder, can I get back up again?

In that moment when life comes at you the fucking hardest, you will panic and you will forget

who the fuck you are. Success will taste stressful

because your opportunities

come rats in opposition.

Opportunity comes in chaos.

It is good to be uncomfortable. I've never met anybody who was terribly creative or gifted or strong in leadership who was also comfortable.

Those exceptional people who are uncomfortable with the times and rise to the challenge

because they refuse to allow the chaos around them to determine the conqueror within them.

People who resist the toe to go down and stand fiercely in spite of opposition and say I'm going to do it anyway.

I don't care what it is. I don't care how many times you've had to cry yourself to sleep.

I don't care how difficult it is.

Don't you dare give up now.

Because whatever is over you defines you, and whatever defines you, limits you.

You better put some strength in your back, plant your feet, square your shoulders, and stand up to it.

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