Today we are gonna talk about pain.
Why you need it, why it’s good for you and how avoiding it will only make your life more difficult.
A long time ago:
As child during spring and summer I used to play in the fields next to my house, the sun would shine warmly upon my face.
There were always horses running around the field and butterflies fluttering around me as I played whatever foolish game children play.
I loved spring and summer because I could eat blackberries….not ones you bought from a shop but ones you picked….picking them came with a cost though.
I would stand at the top of the hill and see the horses and the butterflies and then behind them was an enormous amount of blackberry bushes….I would take my red bucket and very very carefully work my way to the edge of the bushes to pick the black berries.
I got hurt every time….yet I persisted…..the blackberries tasted so good.
I was a kid and not a very smart one (as I never bought gloves), now I could have bought black berries and not gone through the pain of picking them….but they wouldn’t have tasted the same and they wouldn’t have given me the sense of satisfaction I had after hours of picking to come home with a full bucket of berries (which I usually mixed with ice cream). I like to think that being able to go through pain to get a result I wanted was……..(to be continued)
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Note: from my experience, I’d say that a Japanese E is the equivalent of an American C.
When I think of my own thirty years in the success-wilderness, a big part of me is glad I kept failing and failing. Because it made me ask (and answer) the key question: “Why am I doing this?”
Yeah, I was doing it at first for fame and recognition and money and women and to prove certain people wrong. But after a decade or two of getting none of that, those motivations began to fall away.
I began to do it for the doing itself.
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Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.
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