Please refrain from imagining rose petals, lavender candles, and yoga tracks for a few minutes.
For the next few, I need you to imagine a battle royale.
Besides yourself, you see many other barbarians mentally preparing for what’s to come next.
The energy that evaporates from the others smells like death and all of a sudden, you wonder if you even belong.
But that is trivial. You must run laps around your thoughts and examine your fears.
If you don’t, you just might be the first one to go.
Instead, you take a deep breath and draft any of the remaining courage. You breathe and plant your intention to come out a victor and not a victim. You fetch your flag and insist to see it planted.
A toast to a tomorrow that you have yet to see.
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The bell rings and you are summoned to the coliseum, prepared or not, to face death.
Unlike the others, you hold steady to the breath and maintain your cool. To your surprise, the others are already fatigued due to the mental battle. And you think to yourself:
this coliseum is the least of my worries
