The thing that most people get wrong is to assume that by adopting a new belief or perspective, or by taking a course (one fucking course?), that somehow everything is going to be “perfect” in their lives, whatever the fuck that means. Living in a pink unicorn wonderland where the roads are made of clouds, bacon tastes like candy and farts are made of rainbows?
Give me a break. Life is
contrast. You can’t have highs without lows. No happy without sad. No euphoria without
depression.
No matter how high you get off of a sorry sap's book, you're going to wake up Monday, go to work, deal with the same shit and same people. After going home, you're going to be confronted with the same choice of getting to work on something that brings happiness and fulfillment into your life, or sitting on the couch absorbing the blue light brainwashing they subject every slave to. Don't get mad at me. I'm guilty as sin.
Plus, you can’t honestly say to
my face that you had even envisioned a future before going into that soul-breaking
course. You were just excited to get in, plain and simple. And, somehow you
thought you’d emerge unscathed by the cleansing fires of PD. Personal
development, bro!
But here’s what you’re failing
to recognize:
What’s making you unhappy is
just below the surface of the shiny, fake veneer you call “normal”. Normal is bullshit
because it’s just some face you’re putting on to satisfy society and make people (people you don't care about) think you’re okay and nothing could possibly be wrong. You don’t have any weird
late-night fantasies, and your shit certainly don’t stink. Cash in the bank.
Lookin’ dope. Drivin' your souped-up Honda.
Here’s the reality…
Personal development is DESIGNED
(read that again, d-e-s-i-g-n-e-d) to draw that creepy crawler lurking
underneath, that ugly black Arachnida that’s taken over your life at some
inopportune moment and has been in control of you ever since. Don’t fool yourself. It’s
there.
And, if we were honest with
ourselves, we’d see that we’ve all got some skeletons in the closet. That closet
has been waiting to be opened. You don’t shut that shit and never look at it
again. No part of that will lead to growth!
To go through life expecting that there's no ugliness in all homo sapiens simply goes against the laws of nature I've already explained. Life is contrast!
The question is, what are you
going to do when Freddy Krueger comes over for a friendly visit? Because he
will.
Are you scared? Do you feel
like shit? Are bad memories flooding your brain? Are your worst nightmares
coming to attack you all at once in your living life? Fuck yeah! That’s how you
know the shit is working!
If your dumbass course ain’t making
life hard on you, you’re obviously taking some fluffy lollipop bullshit that
makes everyone feel good and accomplishes absolutely zilch. But who am I to tell
you not to go get smoke blown up every orifice?
Buck up, cowgirl, because this
ain’t going to be no teacups, but it’s sure as hell going to be one hell of a ride.
Dorothy may have wanted a cushy Limo ride to the Emerald City, but what
she got was so much more than that – adventure, new friends, danger and a shit
ton more. Stuff she could tell her grand kids as their eyes widen and jaws drop. And you think anything less would constitute a journey? No fuckin’
way.
Rehab is the hardest part of injury.
Sure, the moment you sustain injury, it can hurt like hell. But learning to
walk again is sometimes the much longer, more painful process that people tend
to give up on. Are you starting to see the connection yet?
So, what makes you give up
along the way? Mindset, Joe! Mindset!
You don’t need to confirm the
universe is in perfect order to get on the horn to make some shit
right in your life. The universe is doing just fine, thank you very much, and
it’s tired of you even asking. Stop getting stuck in your head and start doing
something we can actually put on the scoreboard.
And, to wrap this all up, you’ve
got to ask yourself – do you really want to live with that ugly beast stashed
away on the inside? Do you want to keep carrying it with you, knowing that it can
peak its gnarly head out of the hole at any time and start messing with your
life? Or, do you want to leave that shit behind?
Sure, you can carry on with
that plastic smile and mannequin dream, but never and I mean NEVER fool
yourself into thinking you’ve made it into the SEALs, because rest assured you
didn’t have the guts, determination or mentality to make it past the first day
of training if you didn't confront your demons in PD.
Go home,
– Anderson
– Anderson
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