The Most INTENSE Video of 2017 – WARRIOR: A Powerful Motivational Speech Video

The Most INTENSE Video of 2017 – WARRIOR: A Powerful Motivational Speech Video

Perhaps you’re at the darkest place of your life and you’re ready to give up. You are at a degree in your life when you feel like it’s do or die. You’re going through so much agony you’re ready to give up, you’re ready to quit. I’ve got one word for you – warrior! It’s Fear. It’s not real. The only region that dread are in place is in our thoughts of the future.It is a product of our imagery causing us to fear things that do not at present and may not ever prevail. Fear is a alternative. Only those who risk going too far is to be able to find out how far one can go. I want your dream to be so clear that when you wake up in the morning all you got to do is step in your reverie and the first step for me was appreciating something I was not before I was. You can do it. Where “you think you’re” is temporary! You will not be there for the rest of your life. I don’t care what happens in their own lives, I don’t care what it consider this to be, I don’t care where you are, every single period you wake up if you’re going to have energy if you’re going to have ardour, if you’re going to have drive, every day you wake up you’ve got to start with that vision.

This is a mentality like, you got to live this, you got to eat this, you got – every single thing you do is not a electing it’s a way of life. It’s got to possess everything you do, it’s got to own. There’s no reason to have a plan B because it confuses from scheme A. I want to see how far I can go, I want to see what I can acomplish, I want to see what I can do, what I can be, what I can have, I want to see I don’t want to see what reckon I can do, I don’t want to see what think is possible, I want to see what “peoples lives” will appear life if I don’t count the cost and I was willing to go futher then anybody was eager to do. You can’t do anything without faith it’s impossible to accomplish anything without faith, so i need you to believe. There is still time, as long there is a breath in your nostrils, as long as you can wake up in the morning The first step before anyone else in the world believes it, you have to believe it So I need you to believe Cause if you’re willing to go through all the battling you got to go through to get where you want to get, who’s got the right to stop you? I entail maybe some of you guys got something “youve never” finished, something you really want to do, something “youve never” said to someone, something…

And you’re told no, even after you paid your dues? Who’s got the right to tell you that, who? Nobody! It’s your right to listen to your gut, it ain’t nobody’s right to say no after you payed the right to be where you want to be and do what you want to do! you gotta do, what you was called to do you gotta do, what you was born to do you gotta do, what works for you, because if you do what works for you gonna blow a fuse. It’s in your DNA! It’s who you are! You are a warrior. It’s time for you not to back up. Not to give up. Not to give in. Either you get knocked down and you get back up you get back up, you get back up and you continue to throw shit against the wall. Listen to me very carefully you are a warrior. It is time for you to fight.

I know you have that warrior inside and now I simply need you to activate it. The devil whispered “You can not stand the storm” The warrior responded: “I AM THE STORM” You are a warrior. You will get through the storm. You will show the blizzard who’s boss. You will show everyone you are stronger than all things that have hurt you. You are stronger than your past! You are stronger than the challenges coming in future developments! You will tell yourself: I don’t invite life’s challenges, but i don’t back down from them either.

I know we all face tough times. I know i am not exempt from life’s strives. But i know i am STRONG I know this will pass I know there will be better days … BUT ONLY if “i m keeping” fighting Like a warrior! Opposing with all my nerve. The nerve of a lion. The strength i have is like no other I am not a survivor, I am a WARRIOR! I don’t survive, I Flourish! I can do this and I WILL GET THROUGH THIS. Warriors are constructed from the struggle, formed from agony , boosted by misery. Embrace your the difficulties and promoted through them like the warrior “you think youre”. You are stronger than your PAST and you are stronger than the challenges coming in your future! The strength i have is like no other! I am not a survivor! I am a Warrior! I don’t survive, I Prosper! I can do this and I WILL GET THROUGH THIS! I construct the best of bad situations.

I ensure the opportunity in the fight. I develop strength from my rigors. I am thankful for my hard times- they stir me stronger. I am thankful for the pain- it makes me heighten my play. I am grateful for the worst of hours, it ensures my narrative will be a great one.> From ZERO to HERO. From good-for-nothing to something. From the bottom to the TOP, HERE I COME! Keep proceeding, as dark as it gets keep going. As difficult as it gets, as much as it seems as if the world is crumbling down around you and there’s no way out, keep going. Determine most people stop, they don’t get it, they quit, they cease reaching for their reveries. I noticed that there are all those people who squashers of daydreams. Now, I don’t know why these people do this. I don’t know why the naysayers or squashers do this. Develop stronger and then invigorate others to become the most prominent version of themselves that’s how we evolve.

I go beyond the panics and limitations of other people. I control “peoples lives”. No matter what road you take in life there are always going to be things you were supposed to do that you merely don’t want to don’t do. Run and do the thing. Search, you merely get “peoples lives” once. Every suffer that we have would result in who we are and where we stand and that’s always the right place to be.

If you can’t, it was necessary to. If there’s something that you can’t do because there’s an obstacle in your course that entails it’s your responsibility to do that thing so that they are able to destroy the obstacle. Los is necessary. Failure is success and success is failure. They need each other. The more fails you have, the more success you have, the darker the night, the brighter the day. The harder the projectile makes the soil, the highest it goes up. Pain is a beautiful thing. Challenge is what life is about. A life without objection, their own lives without sorenes, is a life without growth.

So is not simply do I embrace current challenges, espouse the pain but I even look forward to it. Transmit me a challenge, please give me some challenges here because I need to be tested, I need to be stronger, I need to grow. You know they say there’s a Judgment day. I believe we face multiple judgment days while we’re walking on globe. The judgement today is today. Judgment day is now and the judgements is going to allow you to live a life of hell now or to pick your own Kingdom. Listen to me very carefully you are a warrior. Subtitles by the Amara.org community.

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Navy SEALs Have a ’40 Percent Rule’ And It’s the Key to Overcoming Mental Barriers

Navy SEALs Have a ’40 Percent Rule’ And It’s the Key to Overcoming Mental Barriers

I first met SEAL at a 100 mile was participating in San Diego and I was leading this race as constituent of a six person relay squad with friends and he was running the entire race by himself. And the operate was unsupported so you were supposed to bring your own renders. So we had, you know, we overdid it a little bit. We had a tent and we had masseuses and food.

I mean we were ready for like in case we had to stay there a week. And he had a folding chair, a bottle of liquid and a container of crackers. And I only thought to myself like who is this person. I’ve never seen anything like it. And during the race I continued an eye on him and around mile 70 he weighed likely 260 pounds which is quite large for an ultra smuggler. He had smashed all the small bones in both of his paws and had kidney shattering and he finished the race. So where reference is done I Googled him. He had a fascinating life story and I chose literally to cold call him. And I flew out and met with him and after sitting with him for a pair of times I realised that I could memorise so much from a person like this that what constructs him tick and various buckets in “peoples lives” would be so much better if a little bit of what he had scratched off on me.

I asked him to reach live with my family and I for a few months. So at the time that I invited SEAL to come live with us I had an 18 -month-old son. I was married, still am. Two more children since. And I had sold a couple of businesses. I was in a great place professionally in “peoples lives” but I was also in a procedure. And routines are great but they can also has become a groove. And I found that I only wasn’t getting better. I was doing the same thing every day like so many of us. Wake up, go to work, come home, you know, have dinner, recite. And I just wanted to get down autopilot. And I thought that he would be a great course to get in good shape but likewise to only mix up my routine and was better. The first day that SEAL came to live with me he asked me to do- he mentioned how many pullups can you do? And I’m not great at pullups. I did about eight. Only get over the bar eight. And he mentioned all right.

Take 30 seconds and do it again. So 30 seconds later I got up on the bar and I did six, fighting. And he mentioned all right, one more time. We waited 30 seconds and I scarcely got three or four and I was done. I signify couldn’t move my limbs done. And he mentioned all right. We’re not leaving here until you do 100 more. And I remembered there’s no- well we’re going to be here for quite a long time because there’s no way that I could do 100. But I objective up doing it one at a time and he been demonstrated by, demonstrated to me right there that there was so much more, we’re all capable of so much more than we think we are.

And it was just a great lesson. It was actually the first thing that we did. It was just a great lesson that we have so much more in our reserve tank than we belief we do. One of the things that SEAL said to me and it’s in the book and one thing that people have said that really resonated with them. He would say that when your psyche is let me tell you something you’re done, you’re really only 40 percentage done. And he had a motto if it doesn’t suck we don’t do it. And that was his course of every day forcing us to get uncomfortable to figure out what our baseline was and what our solace level was and only transforming it upside down. The 40 percentage regulation maybe it’s give or take a little but look at a marathon. Most people make the wall up a marathon at mile anywhere from 16 t0 20. And, you know, 99 percentage of the person or persons in this country that pass marathons finish and they all, predominantly all of them go through this hit the wall. So where does that extra 50 or 60 percentage or whatever the amount is come from? I signify it’s their brain articulating I’m done, I don’t want to continue but their will saying you know what? Let me get to the finish line.

So “were having” that they are able to. It’s just a matter of how do we apply it to not just with the formerly a year marathon but to our everyday lives to make it apply to a variety of things.

CHANGE YOUR ATTITUDE – Motivational Video

CHANGE YOUR ATTITUDE – Motivational Video

Change Your Attitude-Motivation Video You know better but you are not doing better that’s the part of this whole video that’s gonna build you a bit unpleasant stop bullshit man “you think youre” endowed “you think youre” talented, God has much bigger plans for you in your life everything around you is going to change as soon as you change the things around you is very simple, you can be in the punk broken fucked up change your judgment and everything about your bank account your circumvents, your environment for your their children to safety of any and everything going on will all change Can “youve been” expect any results to be any different if you keep thoughts the same way It’s all in the way you think It’s all in your mind! Change your judgment and it’s gonna change your life For real some of you subject you keep hollering you complaining about your job, you complain about where you are financially You complain about your relationship you complain about your possibility you grumble it complains it grumble it listen to me stop complaining and do me a favor If are you gonna make a difference all you got to do is one thing Decide to get started you require some different listen to me all you got to do is make a decision that’s it stop talking stop bulshiting If “youve been” have a problem with your life, you’re changing “youre not” tired of being transgressed “youre not” tired of being stuck “youre not” tired of all the grease-gun brutality and trauma dysfunction around you you’re not tired of being in an abusive relationship “youre not” tired because if you was tired you actually do some shit about it can’t tell me you ain’t tried anybody who has determined to do something who wants something to be different it will eventually be different There should be something in your position that revalues the things that God has given to you well sometimes beings are not mindful thereby not appreciative since they are look at circumstance in there lives that are broken that are not fixed that are not together and and the thing you must realize is that everybody has circumstance in there lifes that are not the way they wanted to be and if you wait until everything is fixed before you’re appreciative you’re never is about to be appreciative Some of you all running around talking about here much just shut up and do some shit different tired of beings I sounds with all these forgives you complaining about the man who is mentally spiritually emotionally even physically abusing you and you are still with him you are walking inconsistency, you have no bottom line you have no bottom line and that’s why you continue to be taken advantage of This beings to truly get out of this justifies sound best to the person is determining them up you have created every excuse in the world, in your judgment and you have figured out a way to justify it in your judgment and it attains ability to you that’s why you are still in it that’s why you are out of shape that’s why you still doing this the same shit that you are doing because you have just it attains ability to you in your judgment you got a problem with it but than you justified and once you apologize it you stay in it Make a decision I require you to build couple decision for me I require you to make a decision at time from now decide that you gonna build am saying , write it down to a sheet of paper, speak it out this is where I’m going to be from a year from now make a decision If you require something bad enough If “youve been” enjoy something if you really want to have ensues than dedicate yourself 100 percentage Go all in! Subtitled by Mile Zdraveski Subtitles by the Amara.org community

Making the most of your time

Making the most of your time


We all need to make the most of our time.  We each have the same amount of hours in the day but what makes the difference is what we do with those minutes and hours.  Some of us are motivated early to get out and achieve something great but then there are other, like me, who bloom a little late and play what we think of as catch up.

Don’t fall into that trap, we are all on a different path in life and making the most of your time will be different for all of us.  How can we do this? What do we do to get going? Where do we start?

I believe that we should all start with our attitude!  Gain a belief in yourself and like NIKE says… Just Do It!!  It doesn’t matter what we choose as our goals but start to develop a plan and stick to your plan.  Map out your course and stay the course. Take time to evaluate your progress and each day take action to progress in your goals.

One day you will look back and either be grateful for the progress you made or you will regret that you did nothing, so for us the time is now to plan, progress and start living the lives we were meant to live.

Go out and make it happen!!!

How I Overcame My Biggest Failure

How I Overcame My Biggest Failure

This article first appeared on QuietRev.com

Last year, I decided to make a massive career change: I would stop writing, and I would become a nurse.

The decision was simpler than the process. To pass the entrance exam for nursing school, this Art and Theater major had to pull out all the stops in the math and science departments. I knew it would take some doing. And I guessed (rightly) that I couldn’t do it alone.

So, I shoved my usual introvert ways to the side, and, readers, I hustled. I declared my intention loud and clear to the universe—i.e., Facebook. I networked with as many nurse friends as I could track down. I asked a teacher friend to tutor me for long hours in math (never my strong suit—the asking for help or the math). I learned Pressure Laws and osmosis and body systems and what the Golgi Apparatus was for by watching science videos on YouTube with my daughters. I pleaded with my family for more help around the house so I could devote myself to studying like a madwoman for the entrance exam.

I passed the exam with flying colors. I even rocked the interview (and promptly went home and passed out from the exertion).

I got in.

Once more, I channeled my inner extrovert and posted the good news. My parents and my brother (a doctor) were over the moon. Facebook cheered for me: For a single mom, nursing is much more practical than writing! Finally, steady income! Your girls must be so proud!

When my school supplies—books, stethoscope, blood pressure cuff, and requisite white clogs—arrived in the mail, I could practically taste the sterile tang of my Florence Nightingale future. This was it. I had finally—after half a lifetime of seeking and not-finding—discovered my calling. I would rock school like I’d rocked the entire admissions process, I decided. In fact, I would rock the nursing profession. I would become a nurse practitioner someday. I would finally become a respectable grownup, with a respectable profession. I had this in the bag.

Insert vinyl record screech.

Five days later, as I wept uncontrollably at the dining room table, surrounded by a castle wall’s worth of nursing texts and first week’s homework, my nursing dream crashed and burned. Spectacularly.

To be clear: I had been crying since the first day of class ended. The program—a one-year intensive LPN course—ran from 3:45 p.m. to 10:15 p.m. each day, five courses at a time. The class itself was big and boisterous, vastly different from my home environment, where I was used to writing alone with a dog at my feet. I stammered through class presentations, my face flushed and my hands shaking. I was drained and on edge and couldn’t think straight. The multi-tasking was frying my brain. Ancient OCD symptoms burst forth like a sprinkling of spring blooms: I couldn’t brush my notebook paper with the side of my hand without wanting to vomit. No, I thought. Not now. It had been a long while. I was scared, but I was also furious at the limits of my own brain.

I’ve written openly in the past about my lifelong debilitating anxiety and suicidal depression. I take an absurd number of medications daily to keep my snarling demons mollified by day and to put them to sleep at bedtime. I see my psychiatrist regularly. I am a good psych patient because I have to be. It’s what keeps me alive, and my daughters need me alive.

With the advent of nursing school, I was not sleeping. When I did manage to fall asleep, with the assistance of sedatives that would bring down a rhino, terror nightmares slammed me awake, heart jackhammering in my ribcage. My brain was saying: BUT WE HAVE TO KEEP GOING. EVERYBODY KNOWS. WE’VE COME THIS FAR. But my body was telling my brain otherwise: NICE TRY. NO WAY.

Part of being a good mental health patient is active self-awareness; it’s knowing the difference between a fleeting emotion (“Jeez, the deli section is really stressing me out today”) and the potent gut instinct telling you that you’ve taken a terribly wrong turn and that if you don’t listen up, there will be hell to pay.

I knew the answer, but I wished I didn’t: In this case, it was the latter. There would be hell to pay. My daughters knew it too. My younger one, now 12, climbed into my lap as I was sobbing onto my piles of homework. She said, “Mom, I think there’s got to be a better way. This just isn’t your right way.”

She’d nailed it. This was the wrong program for me. It didn’t matter that I was off to a good-enough start, making friends and scoring high marks on quizzes. It didn’t matter that the Facebook friends and family believed I could just push through and succeed. What mattered was the fact that I was most surely going to torpedo my mental health if I kept going like this. A peculiar paradox: learning to heal others would mean I’d be harming myself.

I formally withdrew from the program. And there it was: total and complete failure, impossible to hide.

My nursing teachers were understanding and supportive of my need to bow out. I think you’d be a very honorable addition to our profession, one wrote to me afterward. I tried not to care about what others would think. I coiled into my introverted self and lay low, licking my wounds. But the messages flooded in: How are classes going? Bet you’re killing it!

I finally posted on Facebook a brief message to explain to well-wishers that I wouldn’t be continuing with this particular nursing program. All of the kind, reassuring comments I received vanished in the face of the single disapproving remark: Didn’t you just start? Did you at least make it to the end of a semester?

I think it’s hard for most people to reframe a crushing disappointment as a detour or a plot twist. In this case, my failure felt especially devastating because I had invited the world in to witness my journey. I had extroverted my way into a success that proved to be something else, and now there was nowhere to hide. Borrowing moxie from my extroverted friends and families had helped me achieve a goal, that was certain. What would help me get past this setback?

As usual, my super-extrovert mother encouraged immediate action. “Become a certified nursing assistant! Here’s a link to a Red Cross program that starts on Sunday!” Exuberant friends texted ideas: “Approach a hospice center and tell them you’ll work for free for a customized on-the-job training program!” “Shift to Health Informatics!” “Move to Hawaii!”

Instinctively, I recoiled from all the advice. “I need to regroup,” I told everyone. The thought of plunging down another path before I’d sorted out what had just happened was absolutely horrifying. I knew in my gut the only voice I needed to hear was mine—and the din was way too loud for me to find it.

Why were the extroverts in my life pressing for more action rather than introspection? Well, Eyneck’s studies on cortisol—the so-called “arousal” hormone—found that extroverts have lower levels of cortisol on a regular basis, which sends them careening into the world for new experiences and new interactions. People self-identifying as introverts measured at higher, more constant levels of cortisol. In other words, introverts don’t need to find stimulation: it finds them, and additional interaction can render them overstimulated and stressed.

Don’t dwell so much on it was the constant refrain from my extrovert relatives and pals. But grieving and brooding is exactly what led me to a shift in thinking. I gave myself permission to process the failure in my own way and time. Characteristics prominent in introverted people (often described in the context of Carl Jung’s research and Myers-Briggs types) include deriving energy from time alone and making choices deliberately without the need for others’ input. My extroverts didn’t like the look of it, but my truest self sure did.

I knew it was back to the drawing board for me, which meant new planning and hard-core problem solving: precisely the stuff that we introverts excel at. One well-documented study found that introverts possess greater blood flow in the frontal lobes of the brain as well as the frontal and anterior thalamus—all parts of the brain equipped for heavy-duty internal processing. In a sudden and welcome lightbulb moment, I wondered if I was possibly better equipped than my extroverted loved ones to handle failure, to find the lesson in it, and to adapt accordingly?

I decided to go for broke: I would surrender completely to my introvert ways and see where they took me. Several deactivations and unsubscribes from social media accounts and an untold number of marketing emails later, I felt unburdened. I was still smarting, for sure, but my introvert soul felt more in control and more at peace, better equipped to ponder my next move. Disclaimer: I did keep one online account, Pinterest. Minimal human interaction was still required, and where better to curate my collection of reassuring quotes about recovering from failure? Words from those who’d seen career shipwrecks and lived to right their vessels were suddenly as soothing to me as sea air:

Failure is only the opportunity to more intelligently begin again. —Henry Ford

I have not failed. I’ve just found 10,000 ways that won’t work. —Thomas A. Edison

Big words like these provided much needed perspective. Maybe I was only beginning again, intelligently. I’d cordoned off a path that wouldn’t work for me—but maybe now I was one step closer to finding one that would. Now, if only I could find the map.

After a few melancholy weeks of radio silence with the world and connection with myself, I woke up one morning with a very specific (and writerly) question in my head:What was my underlying theme, after all?

I sat with my coffee and pondered my original motivation for all the work that I’d put in to get into nursing school. I’d lost sight of it in all the talk and motion. I’d attempted a nursing program for a reason bigger than the paycheck, the security, and the adorably utilitarian clogs: I’d just wanted to help people. I may have bombed at this particular nursing school program, but could I find other ways to pitch in in my community while I figured out what came next? Definitely. Would that lead to something? Maybe.

I started that day by signing up at Volunteer Match (volunteermatch.org), a site that matches volunteers to local community projects, based on each volunteer’s specific skill set and preferences. My girls and I have been volunteering for several years with a local Meals on Wheels organization, but I knew I could surely do more now with the extra time. Through Volunteer Match, I was linked to an organization in our rural area that provides support to new mothers in need of weekly help and companionship. This was an admittedly extroverted task, but I realized that working directly with a family in need felt the closest to what I’d hoped to do with nursing. I took the plunge and signed up. I felt a quiet yes in my gut. I also applied—and was accepted—to start training as a volunteer crisis counselor at Crisis Text Line. When I finish my training, I’ll be working a four-hour shift each week, helping people in crisis stabilize and find the resources they need. So although I failed at one thing, colossally, I’ll still be honoring my primary motivation—helping others—and let that be my new North Star.

In addition to volunteering, I went back to the career drawing board. I made lists of other possible jobs and paths. I emailed for information on everything from different nursing programs (one or two classes at a time) to certificate programs in genealogy. I stopped checking in nervously with the world and simply checked in with me. It would be a year of introspection combined with action, no matter how small. It would be the year of little promises kept and medium-sized commitments honored.

I couldn’t stop writing—I needed food and heating oil, after all. Was there a different way of looking at my writing, then? Could I get better at it this year? I didn’t know, but I could try: I signed up for a summer writing conference (a very small one, only 12 writers) to work on my craft with the help of other like-minded souls. Could I find new opportunities in the same old field? I peeked out of my turtle shell to ask my editor if she thought there might be room for an advice column here at Quiet Revolution, one headed up by my inner grumpy introvert. To my great surprise and pleasure, my editor gave me the thumbs-up—which means my most authentic self gets to be a bossyboots know-it-allon a regular basis. (My authentic self is chuffed.)

I made another deal with myself. I’d do one creative thing a day: write a poem, take a photograph, sketch a cartoon, hike with the dogs, send someone a handmade card, teach myself to make lemon curd (maybe I’d find out what lemon curd was first—thank you, my beloved Pinterest). These were tiny actions in the grand scheme of life, but I liked being accountable to myself for staying creative and remaining engaged with my own life in ways that have always provided me quiet, intense joy.

Months after what I saw as my biggest failure, the peace and quiet I’ve allowed myself in real life and online in this painful, awkward, transitional period means my inner voice continues to pipe up regularly in a way it hasn’t in a very long time. I’ve given my gut permission to do the talking, and my gut knows I am finally listening. Yes. Keep going. Add only what makes sense. Let go of what you don’t need.

Do I know what the future holds for me, career-wise? Nope. But do I still feel like a failure, afraid to show my face? No. And that comes as a pleasant surprise. I’m doing things my way, and I’m betting the process has more surprises in store. The journey has become, maybe for the first time ever, more interesting than the result. I honestly feel better, more in the moment, more grounded, and simply more myself. It’s not a nursing degree or a steady paycheck, but you know what? I’ll take it.

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