The idea of success has changed over the years.
Our idea of conquest, triumph, and challenge have changed with the evolution of our advancements.
Our purposes have become confused. Our tactics are no longer simple and focused.
We’ve forgotten how to be warriors.
How to battle.
We’ve forgotten the raw courage that it takes to step into the frigid air of survival and to stand with weapons clenched — ready to fight to the death against overwhelming odds.
We’ve lost sight of the strength that courage demands.
How one man can inspire those around him to fight harder. To live with honor, dignity, and purpose.
We’ve become too sophisticated to allow ourselves to be that warrior.
Our weapons are no longer made of steel and stone. They are pad and paper and space.
And while conquests on any level require resolve, we’ve lost sight of the utter determination that winning demands. There are no leaping tigers or marauding enemies.
We’ve forgotten what losing means.
We’ve left ourselves the luxury of easy failure. We allow ourselves to lose gracefully — where our forefathers ground their teeth and mustered the will to conquer.
And maybe that’s why we aren’t winning as much as we would like.
Maybe our goals aren’t sacred enough. Our survival important enough. Our situation desperate enough.
There’s a warrior inside of us waiting to emerge. Waiting to conquer.
But you can’t conquer until you start looking at the world differently.
Until you become primitive about your expectations for life. Until you realize that life itself is all you have.
If you survive it is because of what you do — because of who you are. Not because of what you are given or what others do to you.
We’ve forgotten what winning feels like.
The warrior stands alone. He needs nothing more than what he can do for himself. He fights because dying is not an option.
Perhaps a simplicity of purposes like that is all you need to be as successful as you think you should be.
Not another idea. Not another strategy.
Just the raw courage of a warrior.