Goat Feet: (Roughly translated from Latin) To not be a fucking pussy
You don’t fear the fall, you fear living at the bottom of the cliff, living a simple, safe life.
It’s not death you fear, it’s a life unlived, a life without taking risks.
You don’t ask for anything, no one owes you a damn thing, you earn everything you have, good or bad.
You know failure is an option, but it’s a choice. Choose to fail, or choose to succeed.
No matter the shitty hand you’re dealt, no matter the obstacles in your way, you keep moving, keep striving for better.
Movement, movement, movement. As simple as that. Through movement comes growth, through movement comes beauty, grace. Movement brings life.
Every punch you take, every kick to the teeth, every time you get taken down, you reach down deep into your heart, pull from the furthest recesses of your soul and find a way to keep moving, find a way to survive, find a way to win.
A Toast: To Goat Feet
