Why You Should Hate Yourself
The power in a man's vitriol
This one isn’t for the hippies. It’s not for the perpetual meditators. It’s not for the stoners. This one is for the conquerors. Those who have felt hatred for themselves in the middle of a competitive match that they were losing. Or winning but they weren’t winning as well as they know they should be winning. Those who always hold themselves to higher standards. Hold a poker face to new victories; expressionless yet every one around is clapping for them. Surprised why you’re not smiling or happy, wondering why you look upset at your new success.
This is for the go-getters, the ones who have dreams and aspirations that don’t make sense to a majority of people. The ones who may lose out on a girlfriend or two because she wasn’t on the same page. The ones who lose out on friends who hold them back and kill their vision. This piece is for those who travel a dark and lonely yet eventually glorious road. This is for the champions.
I hated every minute of training, but I said, 'Don't quit. Suffer now and live the rest of your life as a champion.' - Muhammad Ali