Monday Morning

Real quick, this is just a rant. Very simple.

And something that I want you to pass on or watch every Monday morning because the level of complaining is unacceptable.

Look, what if I told you this was the last Monday morning of your life?

What if I told you you’d die this week?

Would you complain about your crap job or that test you don’t want to take?

I doubt it.

You’d go much higher level thinking. Well that’s really what it takes.

It takes understanding that if you’re not pumped right now, if you’re begrudging what you’re about to do, if you’re not looking forward to it — Look, I respect practicality:

You got to go through school because your parents want you to, you got to pay your rent, you got student loans, I get it.

But please recognize the world we are living in.

We are living in a world where there is so much more opportunity; this internet thing created way more opportunity for all of us. Way more.

I mean look, you might not even be alive.

Like, your mom and dad could have had sex like three minutes latter and you wouldn’t even exist, and you’re complaining. You could have ended up being a bus, a tree!

I just don’t get the mentality of being head-down sad on a Monday morning.

I’m going to make Monday morning my bitch!

I’m going to make you Saturday, Monday morning.

That’s what I want to do every morning, and thats what I want from you.

Please, take a step back and think about how awesome it actually is. And then, recognize that you can attack the world in a totally different way because you were lucky enough to be born during this era.

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Gary Vaynerchuck

World Champion.

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You know I only have one goal in this – I’m not in it for the fame, I’m not in it for the money, I’m in it for the accomplishment. I wanted to be world champion since I was a little kid. I wanted to win the Olympics, win the world championship. I used to watch Sugar Ray Leonard fight and I’d go put on my black trunks and tape up my hands and come in the kitchen and throw a bunch of punches in front of my mom and tell her I was going to beat up Sugar Ray some day. And uh, that wasn’t to get on t.v. and it wasn’t to get money — that was — I want the belt. I want to be world champion. I want one day, one moment, one night, best in the world.

I just put the work in, I don’t slack off. 365 days a year 24/7. I’m getting better – that’s what its about. This game is about growth.

And that’s what its all about for me; everyday that’s what I think about. You know, I think about the new guys that come in, I think about the current guys that are here, the veterans – and you’ve got to beat them all. You gotta be ready to beat them all – every style, every guy, every man alive if you want to be world champion.

I love proving people wrong and proving my support right. That’s what its about at the end of the day, this is all fun and games to me. I love it. I love my job. I whoop people for truckloads of cash. How could I hate this life? I love it so much, I am grateful every single day.

I don’t even know why people ask me ‘How do you get motivated?’ I am motivated like I am blonde. I know that I deserve to win and that I am the best at what I do and… I don’t know it just goes back to when I was a little kid – my mom would put me in the corner and be like ‘Sit there and think about winning.’ And she would like, purposefully get me to focus and not to be distracted and learn how to focus myself.

You always want to set a goal. Then set your little goals the achieve the big goal. And being consistent and being driven… good things will happen.

My goal is: I want to be  undisputed, pound for pound the best woman in the world in mixed martial arts. And there is a lot of people that are skeptical of that but I have made history before and this is not the most insane thing I’ve tried to do.

I said empty your mind. Be formless. Shapeless. Like water. Now you put water into a cup, it becomes the cup. You put water into a bottle, it becomes the bottle. You put it in a teapot, it becomes the teapot. Now water can flow, or it can crash. Be water my friend.

Improvise, adapt and overcome. That is what I have done.

I know that the more stress there is the more crazy the situation is, the better that I am. So I don’t consider it a bad thing you know – my adrenaline is pumping and I’m thinking about a million-there is so many things going on, but I am so focused because I am so sure that that’s when I am at my best.

Make no mistake, I am cocky in prediction, I am confident in preparation, but I am always humble in victory or defeat. It is never personal – it can be cruel, it can be ruthless, but it is never personal. So one by one I will eliminate the rest of them and make all of my money and get out.

You can’t waste anytime! If you watch this video, if you’re watching right now and you’re motivated by something I am saying… change your shoes and get out the door right now. Don’t waste any time. Don’t do it tomorrow. If you’ve got a habit and you want to drop your habit, drop it right now. Don’t think I’ll do it next week, don’t wait for a resolution of some sort, don’t waste any time – start right now.

Transcript made from a video by: RedFrostMotivation

Speakers: Chael Sonnen, Conor McGregor, Ronda Rousey, and Bruce Lee

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Would you doubt me?

You probably did.

But would you doubt me now?

The Ambiguous Intensity of Eye Contact

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Opia

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So much can be said in a glance.

Such ambiguous intensity, both invasive and vulnerable—glittering black, bottomless and opaque.

The eye is a keyhole, through which the world pours in and a world spills out.

And for a few seconds, you can peek through into a vault, that contains everything they are.

Whether the eyes are the windows of the soul or the doors of perception, it doesn’t matter: you’re still standing on the outside of the house.

Eye contact isn’t really contact at all. It’s only ever a glance, a near miss, that you can only feel as it slips past you.

There’s so much we keep in the back room.

We offer up a sample of who we are, of what we think people want us to be. But so rarely do we stop to look inside, and let our eyes adjust, and see what’s really there.

Because you too are peering out from behind your own door.

You put yourself out there, trying to decide how much of the world to let in. It’s all too easy for others to size you up, and carry on their way.

They can see you more clearly than you ever could. Yours is the only vault you can’t see into, that you can’t size up in an instant.

So we’re all just exchanging glances, trying to tell each other who we are, trying to catch a glimpse of ourselves, feeling around in the darkness.

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

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The Awareness of How Little of the World You’ll Experience

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Onism

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You are here.

You were lost at first, but soon began sketching yourself a map of the world—plotting the contours of your life.

And like the first explorers, sooner or later you have to contend with the blank spaces on the map.

All the experiences you’ve never had. The part of you still aching to know what’s out there.

Eventually these questions take on a weight of their own, and begin looming over your everyday life.

All the billions of doors you had to close in order to take a single step forward.

All the things you haven’t done and may never get around to doing;

all the risks that may or may not have been real;

all the destinations you didn’t buy a ticket to;

all the lights you see in the distance that you can only wonder about;

all the alternate histories you narrowly avoided;

all the fantasies that stay dormant inside your head:

everything you’re giving up, to be where you are right now:

the questions that you wrongly assume are unanswerable.

It’s strange how little of the universe we actually get to see.

Strange how many assumptions we have to make just to get by, stuck in only one body, in only one place at a time.

Strange how many excuses we’ve invented to explain why so much of life belongs in the background.

Strange that any of us could ever feel at home on such an alien world.

We sketch monsters on the map because we find their presence comforting.

They guard the edges of the abyss, and force us to look away; so we can live comfortably in the known world, at least for a little while.

But if someone were to ask you on your deathbed what it was like to live here on Earth, perhaps the only honest answer would be,

“I don’t know. I passed through it once, but I’ve never really been there.”

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

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The Part of Your Identity That Doesn’t Fit Into Categories

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Lutalica.

You tell the world who you are
In a million different ways.
Some are subtle, some are not.

But it doesn’t seem to matter:
This world has already got you pegged.

When you were born they put you in a little box,
And slapped a label on it.
So they could keep things organized,
And not have to think about what’s inside.

Over time you learn to make yourself comfortable
Packaging your identity in different combinations
Until you feel like you belong,
And can wear your labels proudly.

But there’s a part of you that never found a home
Rattling around in categories that never really did you justice.

You look around at other people,
Trying to judge how loosely they fit in their own lives
Sensing a knot of confusion hidden beneath a name tag.

And you realize we’re still only strangers,
Who assume we already know what the other is going to say,
As if the only thing left to talk about is
Who belongs in what category
And which labels are offensive.

You have to wonder if these boxes are falling apart.
If we should be writing our identities by hand,
And speak only for ourselves, in our own words,
So we could take our chances out in the open
And meet each other as we are,
Asking: “What is it like being you?”

—And be brave enough to admit
That we don’t already know the answer.

Maybe it’ll mean that we’ve finally arrived,
Just “unpacking the boxes”
Making ourselves at home.

And maybe one day we’ll look back and wonder
How we managed to live together in the same house for so long,
And never stopped to introduce ourselves.

The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows

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The Alchemist – an excerpt

“Is that the one thing I still needed to know?”

“No,” the alchemist answered. “What you still need to know is this: before a dream is realized, the Soul of the World tests everything that was learned along the way. It does this not because it is evil, but so that we can, in addition to realizing our dreams, master the lessons we’ve learned as we’ve moved toward that dream. That’s the point at which most people give up. It’s the point at which, as we say in the language of the desert, one ‘dies of thirst just when the palm trees have appeared on the horizon.’

“Every search begins with beginner’s luck. And every search ends with the victor’s being severely tested.”

The boy remembered an old proverb from his country. It said that the darkest hour of the night came just before the dawn.

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