I remember well the last time I got completely demolished — it wasn’t even a fight. I was unprepared, cocky and overestimated my knowledge and mental strength. I’m not afraid to admit it, I got my fucking ass handed to me… but a few days, maybe a couple of weeks and I was back on the horse. Sure bruised, and definitely humbled, but I was back at it. Defeat isn’t about losing the small fights, it’s about losing the battle. As long as we get the fuck back up, dust ourselves off and keep going, we are all the better for it.
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