I Win: Success is Reserved For Those Who Get in the Game

Competing in business, life or sports – isn’t easy. When you choose to compete, you are saying to everyone “I want you to judge me. I want to see where I stack up – I beat someone else at something.” You put yourself out there to be judged – by your peers, your friends, your competitors and the market place.

Competing is the truest route to success. You allow yourself to be judged - those who choose to remain on the sidelines, can only talk about other people's glory.

Competing is the truest route to success. You allow yourself to be judged - those who choose to remain on the sidelines, can only talk about other people's glory.

When you do this, you need thick skin. Whether it’s a judge no-repping you, a potential customer not liking your product or someone trashing your reputation – you chose this. It can either motivate you or drag you down. I choose to be motivated by it – and so should you.

People who lack the courage to compete are the biggest detractors. It’s far easier to pick sides than to BE a side. A fat man on his couch picks a side and cheers for a team because he lacks the ability and courage to be on the field. He criticizes the abilities of those he can never be.

When someone takes time out of their life to discuss me, my business or my personal life – I win. I’m in your head, I am affecting your life and your decisions. If you would rather spend your time telling your co-workers what an asshole I am, than creating something in your own life – I win.

Challenge yourself - but refuse to be dragged down by those who lack the courage to do the same.

Challenge yourself - but refuse to be dragged down by those who lack the courage to do the same.

You are afraid to get on the field because you would rather be able to convince yourself you could beat me, than have to actually go through the painful, yet inevitable process of me defeating you. Either way – I win. When you take time to talk shit about me – you are telling me that you have identified what you lack as a human being, you have seen that trait in me, and it kills you. It eats you up that you can never be like me – and your only recourse becomes to demonize those traits rather than to strive to be better.

I encourage all of you who choose to compete, to be motivated by this behavior. You are the competitor, your haters are the fans gathered around the water cooler on a Monday morning. Give them something to talk about – make them react to you. You are the king – they are the peasants. If you don’t have people out there trashing you – you’re doing it wrong. You should be disruptive. If everyone loves you – you aren’t being a force in this world - you are one of the sheep. When someone takes the time to trash you on social media or talk about you negatively to a mutual acquaintance – remember, your name being on the lips of someone else is the first step to immortality. Today they talk about you, 100 years from now, they all remember you. You win.

It’s important to remember this works both ways. How much time to do you spend talking about others instead of working on yourself? We have such a small amount of time on this planet – do you want to look back on your life with regret because you wasted oxygen discussing other people? Be your own person and stop worrying about what other people are doing or saying. Let them be the weak-minded fool who talks about people, while you are the strong-minded thinker, who discusses ideas and creates.

Do you want to be the player or the fan? Life on the field of competition is more rewarding than sitting in chair watching others achieve success.

Do you want to be the player or the fan? Life on the field of competition is more rewarding than sitting in chair watching others achieve success.

Next time you pass me in the hall, in the gym or at a competition – just know that when you see that smile on my face – that look I give you that makes you think I know the punchline to a joke you’ve never heard – just know that you are both - the joke AND the punchline. I am laughing at you – at your lack of courage to get on the field. You’re the fat man on a stained, tattered recliner – a cheap beer in one hand and a remote in the other – yelling at a man on your TV that you wish you could be, but know you never will. I win.