Without risk, you’re already dead. Risk is living. You’ve no clue what you can do until you hit what you can’t. How do you know your limits, if you don’t risk failure beyond them?
People eliminate risk, only to find they’re less creative, less fulfilled, less positive, more stressed. The beauty of physical training lies in the regular, palpable actualization of outcomes beyond prior thresholds, but only after risk.
I have mentors who built wealth from little. They had to commit to endeavors, during which, if they failed, they would’ve ended up homeless. They KNOW risk.
Then, I’ve met people who don’t know risk. They play so far under capacity and resources that whatever big success they point to is... quaint. Some people are so stably risk-averse, they stopped feeling alive a while ago. No amount of travel or experiences seems to light the spark anymore, because they’ve sterilized their lives from risk.
I didn’t get the reps (https://www.instagram.com/p/Bx5bKl2HWhc/). No surprise. I’ve been more focused on legs recently. But I felt more life in that missed attempt than some people feel in their whole year.