Everybody had a moment in their life when the voice inside your head starts pounding against your eardrums, telling you you’re too tired, too sick, or too weak to go on. Or a moment when you convince yourself you’re too fat to wear that dress, too old to play that sport, or too green to do that job.
It’s a sensation so overwhelming that you find yourself practically submerged in it, like a liquid skepticism, viscous and disgusting. You rationalize, “Hey, it’s alright… it’s just the way things are. Those dresses are for skinny minnies, those sports are for the young bucks, and that job… well, I’ll bide my time and get there eventually.” But deep down you’re hating yourself, resenting your size, your age, your inexperience, or whatever relative weaknesses you have. You wish you were more fearless, more driven, and more secure, but life has taught you well your incapacities and it’s not your place to argue.
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