There's no such thing as the end of practice. You get in there and you work. Don't even THINK about looking forward to the end, because there is none. It's time to work. MOVE, BOY! You say you want more, then prove it. Stop wishing it were easier. While you're taking the easy way out, your competition is taking the hard road...the road less traveled. The harder worker always wins. Two options: Light a fire under your ass or burn out. How can you work harder?! Pick up your sad excuse for a human existence, stop feeling like the lamb, and become the lion. Taste blood on your tongue once again. Foam at the mouth. Get hungry...get hungrier! This is life. And yeh I know you wanna cry. CRY, BOY!...but then you get your ass up and get right back on it. You're tired of being a piece of shit. You're tired of being weak. You're tired of falling, PICK YOURSELF UP! Pick yourself up or get the fuck out of here. Make more room for the soldier that IS willing to fight. Repetition is the mother of skill. Move, boy.
This is one of those dark days where I can't even fake it; I am FUCKING MISERABLE. It'll pass as it always does. But right now it's just all anger, frustration, and wanting to punch another hole through a wall. I think my cat Crixus secretly likes these days because he knows he's gonna get a lot more petting from me. That's an ego defense mechanism for all my psychology scholars out there. It's called Displacement. This misery is another part of the blessing though...the blessing of chasing a dream. Realize you're gonna have these bad days...the further you go in your sport or art, if you're really going for it, the more bad days you're gonna have. The magic will happen less and less often, farther and farther apart. Stay optimistic though, 'cause that magic WILL HAPPEN AGAIN...that same magic that initially started your journey; that childlike awe. But until then...MOVE, BOY.
This is one of those dark days where I can't even fake it; I am FUCKING MISERABLE. It'll pass as it always does. But right now it's just all anger, frustration, and wanting to punch another hole through a wall. I think my cat Crixus secretly likes these days because he knows he's gonna get a lot more petting from me. That's an ego defense mechanism for all my psychology scholars out there. It's called Displacement. This misery is another part of the blessing though...the blessing of chasing a dream. Realize you're gonna have these bad days...the further you go in your sport or art, if you're really going for it, the more bad days you're gonna have. The magic will happen less and less often, farther and farther apart. Stay optimistic though, 'cause that magic WILL HAPPEN AGAIN...that same magic that initially started your journey; that childlike awe. But until then...MOVE, BOY.
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