Relying only on yourself will forge you into a Hattori
Hanzo blade that can chop the head off of any foe that stands before you. – Jason “Mayhem” Miller
Very much feeling this way today, and I find it positive. I
find it reinforcing. I find it reaffirming. I find it empowering.
Today, I want to stand alone, battle alone, enforce my will
alone. No offense, but I don’t want your help today. I want to find out exactly
what I’m made of.
Look, there’s nothing at all wrong with asking for help, nothing
wrong in seeking out assistance if needed. That’s the basis of humanity in my
book. Ask for help and you shall receive it without question and without payment
expected. That doesn’t make you weak or fragile. That doesn’t make you less
intelligent or inferior. It makes you real.
But today, I don’t want assistance. Today, for whatever
reason, I woke up wanting to prove myself, wanting to prove my mettle over and
over and over based on my own merits. I woke up feeling as if today life was
going to throw a series of never-ending inconveniences and responsibilities and
tasks and duties and barriers my way. But I’m not going to shy away from them.
I’m feeling very much as if I’m looking forward to the next pile of crap to
fall out of the sky on my head.
Today, I want to take it all on and either fail or succeed but
do it without any crutches. Without any excuses. Today, I don’t want to be
propped up, picked up, or helped up. I don’t want sympathy. I don’t want to be
consoled. If I fall, leave me lying. Leave me bleeding. The time spent on the
ground will give me a chance to find out if I have what it takes to get up and
get hit again. Spending a few minutes with my face in the dirt will give me a
chance to find out how that dirt tastes and decide if I’m going to get up and spit
it out or accept my lot.
Today, life, do your best to knock me on my ass. Punch me in
the face as hard as you can. Play me for a sucker. Throw your insults my way.
Belittle me. Challenge me. Push me and pull me. Trip me up. Make me take wrong
turns. Doesn’t really matter. By day’s end, I guarantee you will not have broken
me. Today, I’m feeling bad ass and full of fight, and that I find positive. It
doesn’t happen nearly enough, and I intend to take advantage of it.
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