The Game

You know in life,there will always be stuff you are naturally good at and others where you aren't.In order to excel at anything where your genes and nurturing have failed you,there are always hurdles, obstacles, or challenges one must get past. It's what bodybuilders call the pain period. It is the busted tendon,the over-stretched muscle or the torn tissue which makes even a simple arm curl seem like an invitation to wincing pain.Even worse, it is the sickening feeling which looks back at you from the mirror. The one where you get rejected by your own reflection.The one which says no matter how much you are sweating it,you are still just not good enough.
Those who push themselves, and are willing to face pain, exhaustion, humiliation, rejection, or worse, are the ones who become champions. The rest are left on the sidelines. To accomplish things successfully, I would have to grow some balls and be willing to leave my comfort zone. Success is a numbers game. The more trials I run,the more chances I have of getting to where I want. It is a game. A game I have to play with myself. It's where I am squared off against a mistake I'd been making my whole life: to get something I value very much, I have to be willing to risk losing it.