As children, we rode on bicycles with no helmets and sailed downhill on paved surfaces as fast as we could possibly go and even when we crashed and came to a sliding halt face first, we didn’t quit. We got back on.
We got back at each other by seeing who could stay on the merry-go-round the longest and not hurl. Or else who could stay on the longest with twenty people pushing it and not die. And we got back on.
We did penny drops from the highest freaking bar on the death trap they liked to call the monkey bars. We fell face first into the gravel and broke our nose and bled all over ourselves. Guess what? WE GOT BACK ON!
Are you seeing a theme, here? You get knocked down, knocked off, dragged through the mud. You get up and you get back on. 😉
But how? How, when you are hurt, or you are embarrassed or afraid?
You talk hard to life. You get competitive with it and tell it that it’s not gonna beat you. It may get the upper hand once in a while, but you are the freaking master! Because it’s us against life, my friend, not each other, and we’re all out here just trying to stay on.