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You will survive.

99.9% of the things you fear will not come to pass.

Even if they do they will FORCE you to grow or address or face an insecurity or weakness within you.

I learned in fighting that our greatest fear, if we can face that....everything else (and I hate quoting Fight Club) gets the volume turned down.
For me.....having fought and faced my fear.
You think I give a fuck about some guy talking shit to me in a bar?
You think I care if some girl blows me off beyond the initial knee jerk reaction of "that sucks".
You think I care about somebody who cuts me off on the road?
You can live your life from a place of certainty and peace with yourself if you face those things.
Or you can live a life of mediocrity governed by real and imagine fears that will grind you into a worthless, spineless, demeaned shell of a man.

You will fucking survive.
You are proof that many, many, many fucking men lived and survived batshit crazy hellish conditions long enough in a truly unforgiving world to spread their seed to another man who survived long enough to do the same and so on.

Your biggest problem is talking to a girl?
You're not picking through trash to have enough food to eat.
You're not looking for cardboard to stay warm enough to avoid freezing to death.

Here, in the first world, we have to find sports and conditions to place ourselves in to forge that kind of confidence and grit.

You can run from the fear or you can embrace that motherfucker.
Know that like a bully, which is what Fear is.....that in facing it, you neutralize much of its power over you. Especially the fear that comes in the form of that little voice in your brain whispering its doubts that would rob you of the fortune and treasures that life holds in the treasure chest for those willing to risk failure and ignominious defeat in its pursuit.

I have lost fights.
In front of friends, teammates, coaches, loved ones, and spectators.
I've lost matches.
In front of friends, teammates, coaches, loved ones, and spectators.
I've been shot down. I've been blown out.
In front of friends and strangers.

But I have virtually no fear in my heart.
Fuck that shit.
Seriously.

I don't even feel familiar with that emotion any longer.
When it does so rarely occur, I have to address it and eradicate it and vanquish it ASAP.
I have to literally get up and move, and put into motion and action my response.

I cannot let that shit go or it will eat at me.