As a cause is something principled and aiming towards a deeper commitment or rise to action in the world, it is not an exaggeration to say that I have spent most of my life as a lost one.
If I had played by the rules, listened to the oddsmakers in my life, and folded my hand when everyone said I was going to lose, I wouldn’t be where I am right now.
I think the hardest part of self-improvement is the slow creep of self-doubt; the ease of giving up gradually stretching its tentacles into the goals we set.
Hardly a day passes where I don’t curse someone’s good luck, while cursing my own bad luck. I look around and see good people who get shit on and bad people who seem to have it all.