Ryan Holiday - Soft lyrics

You are soft. If you were born in my generation or thereabouts, you are almost certainly soft. You live a nerf life in a nerf world, filled with nerf delusions. Check the boxes. Put in your 8 hours a day. Get what you you earned. Get anything. Nope. That's not how it works. But you don't get to complain that the game is rigged. Why? Because it's basically fairer than it ever has been. It's unlikely you'll suddenly die. You don't have to go to war. You can travel from place to place and never, ever worry about pirates. Yet we're soft. We quit early. Settle. Complain. Think we deserve a break. Make lazy, self-serving a**umptions. Try to get the most for the least work. Stoicism is hard. Cato was hard. They were obstinate, in a good way. Consider what hustlers call their work: “grinding.” Not “the grind,” diminutively like us, but grindin'. The hustle. Working all day and all night, looking for an angle, taking their share. They have to, there is no other way. You have to cultivate that hardness. And you better start soon, because we're all in the same ghetto now. How? Savagery is one way. You have to learn to love the struggle. To know how to grit your teeth, and promise yourself that you will never, ever let something like that happen to you again. Everything is a test. It's a test to see how hard you are. Will you keep going? Can you get to your knees? Can you get you to your feet? Can you try again? Can you bear it? There's no end in sight, how long can you last? Stop failing this test. Stop being soft.