I can take a lot, attributing most of my resiliency to that of the Marine Corps and getting beaten down by one failure after another between the ages of 25-30.
When pain strikes, it hits you like a sucker punch. Punches hurt the most when you’re caught off guard.
But the punch you just took, the swelling eventually goes down, the pain subsides and you move on with nothing more than the memory of getting your jaw racked by some drunk ass who doesn’t like your shirt. You continue on with your life hoping that what doesn’t kill you make you stronger and makes your focus in life more clear.
You’ll be alright if you allow yourself to be. You’ll bounce right back, stronger if you know that you’re not dead, you didn’t lose everything, your company didn’t go under. You can still walk to the bathroom under your own power. You can still do all the things you love.
Pain is temporary, glory is forever.