Stop being so sorry

Most of us are guided by our intuition. That guy in our system that sends signal flairs on what to do in a sticky situation. But his influence can get stymied. How? Because we invest so much stock into saving face so that others don’t think of us as an asshole that we leave our true feelings at bay.

Ever heard of the proverb, “spare the rod and spoil the child?” Essentially means if a parent refuses to discipline an unruly child, that child will grow accustomed to getting his own way and turn into a spoiled brat. The same is true for yourself. What’s the consequence here? You’re left with money still left on the table, meaning, you didn’t maximize your chance to be the best person you can be. You gave a fraction of yourself and that’s simply not good enough. And essentially, that’s what we’re talking about here. People are who they are so don’t ever feel remorse for speaking up, doing something, or taking action about a subject you truly burn for. This isn’t a blurb on fitting in or standing out. This is about marching to the beat of your own drum in any atmosphere! It’s about throwing caution to the wind and expressing what you truly feel quaking inside!

The tangibles of what I’m saying are the kids who still like to play Pokemon in high school but have to hide it because the popular kids might throw proverbial stones. Or for the ones who color in the back of the class afraid to show it to anyone, write poetry, tinker with electronics, read in their room, collect rocks, debate their top 5 rappers, code, or spend time in the woods completely zenned out — and not what you’re thinking. These are actions that people might try to hide because they’re not deemed conventional. Well.

We’re all nerds about something. That’s the funny thing about that graph. Sure the high school QB might only care about football, but more often than not he’s into something else too. Like banjo music or amphibians. But since he’s pegged as the guy that flings a football he assumes he has to live and breathe it ‘round the clock. Just not true. It’s like having blinds on a window: lift them up and everything shines through, leave them down and only a trickle peeks through.

Sooner we all realize that we need to strip away the armor and stop being so damn sorry for the things we actually care about, sooner we’ll all feel more satisfied and might even learn a thing or two in the process.

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