Sports embody the best and the worst of life—our competitive urges, teamwork, grace under pressure, realizing our potential, the agony of defeat.
“Envy is merely the meanest form of admiration, and a man who envies another admits thereby his own inferiority.”
The baffling reality is that when it comes to Trump, it’s difficult to critique him on much besides his personality and (lack of) character — because that is all there is.
How do we prevent ego from “sucking us down like the law of gravity?” The primary answer is simple: awareness. But after that, it’s a matter of hard work.
There is a critical moment that must come in every person’s life—particularly when we’re young. It’s a painful moment, but a necessary one.
The people you choose to surround yourself and spend time with is by far one of the most critical decisions you have to make.
Because just as often, we fail with—no, because of—passion.
I can’t say that this exercise is flawless or that it magically cured me of my jealousy. It’s not supposed to. It’s an exercise—a tool to use when envy appears.
On being a writer: “All the days of his life he should be reading as faithfully as his partaking of food; reading, watching, listening.” John Fante
Because of course the idea is good. Of course there’s something here. Of course the audiences will love what we create. Of course our breakthrough is legitimate. Except that isn’t always true.