NECESSARY WICKEDNESS.

Sometimes, it feels like pure torture, how tough my coach is on me. It's not just me, though; he's like that with everyone under him. But some days, it basically feels like he's out to get me. I'm like, "Can someone get a break out here?" It's always one task after another...

Funny enough, the next one is always ten times tougher than the last. But come to think of it, is he really as wicked as I say when the assignments are stacking up to the top?

Because whether I like it or not, I must survive. I've lost count of the times I've tried and failed to convince myself to just give up on all of this. "What's the point anyway?" I think. It's not a do-or-die matter, after all.

But time and time again, I've realized how helpful his "wickedness" is. It was pure cruelty to give someone the task of writing consistently every day against their initial wish, but over time, this pure cruelty became bliss as I impressed and surprised myself unbelievably.

In the words of Mr. Pojo, "Growth comes through struggle." Probably if he were easy on us, we'd never do the right thing.

If there's something the past two years of being coached has taught me, it would be accountability and the art and science of obeying regardless of your feelings. It doesn't matter whether you like it or not; you must do what is demanded of you.

Dearest reader, it can be a lot of pressure, it can be so overwhelming, but I guess what helps is the knowledge that it's all for my best interest.



@favvy_Okwansđź–¤. 

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