You Are The Prize
“That’s the juice, baby/Yo, I’m feeling the juice in my mouth” – Marc Rebillet (Work That Ass For Daddy)
The curse of confidence is that lots of intelligent, talented and evidently qualified people don’t have it, and instead wallow in doubt. It’s usually the dumb ones that have it in spades.
I guess that’s the beauty of the universe. An uneven distribution of everything.
But who writes these rules?
While the rest of the world is overdosing on low self-esteem, having supreme and total confidece in yourself (what I call supreme shithousery) is an unshakable belief in yourself and your abilities, especially in uncertain times.
Confidence is not in possessions or looks or sheer brilliance. Beauty like talent is as common as table salt.
It’s acknowledging your doubts, not as barriers to your greatness and excellence, but as buffers to remind you of your human infallibility.
Everyone has doubts, but yours don’t make you. Because you’re the fucking prize!
Act like it!