Posted in Daily Fires

I was ready to give up

I was ready to give up


On the Joe Rogan podcast, The Undertaker tells a story of how he got into wrestling and his first match with a credible company.

He said he would turn up every week to this company’s office, and wait in the lobby hoping to talk to somebody,

Every week on a Wednesday, for 8 months he showed up and nobody talked to him.

He explains he was just about to give up because he was getting nowhere

And this one guy walks in (Doesn’t talk to him) and goes into the office and says we need to give that guy a match (Because he looked like the guy’s late son)

8 Months of being ignored, making no money and getting virtually nowhere.

That’s what success looks like in a world of instant gratification.

In a world where everyone wants 1-hour results.

8 months just to get a shot in the ring (The company didn’t even sign him, they sent him elsewhere.)

Play the long game.

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Posted in Poetry

Life is…

Life is good
Life is great
Even though I’ve not felt it as of late

Life is good
Life is great
I’ve felt down
I’ve felt lonely
I’ve felt stressed
I’ve felt
Because I’m alive
Not matter what I feel
I’m living
And that is great
That is life.

Life is good
Life is great

Posted in Daily Fires

Thank you for exposing me

Thank you for exposing me

2020 as we know wasn’t the best year…

I had some ups and downs but funny enough I got to travel more in 2020 than I have any other year

Most of us are glad to see the end of it,

But after some reflection
I’m grateful that it happened

It exposed me
It left me vulnerable
And I know that I’m not as strong as I thought I was…

It’s easy to be resistant in easy times
It’s easy to have a positive mind in good times

But we never truly know what we are made of until the shit turns sideways

I know I have work to do.

Thank you 2020.

Posted in Poetry

Where’s all the love at?

Isn’t it sad that when I write words of pain
You nod your head and remember a time when you felt the same
Yet if I write words of love, peace and happiness
You scrunch your face and think I’m insane
Isn’t it sad that pain is universal
Yet where is all the love at?