The Discomfort You Can’t Punch

For years, I used to joke with my martial arts buddies that most of us would rather take an ass kicking than go through a bad breakup.

I was not really joking.

Getting punched hurts. Getting kicked hurts. Getting choked, thrown, slammed, exhausted, bruised, and beaten up hurts.

But at least you know what to do.

There is something in front of you.

• Move
• Block
• Cover
• Escape
• Fight back

If somebody is kicking your ass, you can at least try to give back as good as you are getting.

There is an opponent.

There is a problem.

There is an action you can take.

Heartbreak does not work like that.

There is nobody to punch.

Except the bedroom wall when I was a teenager getting my heart broken and just damaging my hand instead...

Nobody to choke.

Nobody to sweep.

Nobody to outwork.

Sometimes there is not even anything to fix.

You just hurt.

And the only way through it is to feel it.

That can be much harder than taking a punch.

That doesn’t make someone weak.

It may simply mean his entire operating system was built for a fight, and nobody ever taught him what to do when there was nothing to hit.

Not All Discomfort Is the Same

We talk a lot about becoming comfortable with discomfort.

Usually that means physical discomfort.

• Work out harder
• Wake up earlier
• Take the cold shower
• Run the extra mile
• Push through fatigue
• Do hard things

Fine.

Physical discomfort matters.

Your lungs burn, your muscles ache, you are tired, and sometimes the correct answer is to stop.

Pain can be information.

Injury is not character development.

But often the discomfort is simply the price of adaptation.

Nobody walks into the gym expecting to become stronger without resistance.

We understand that fairly well.

But physical discomfort might actually be the easiest kind for some of us.

Especially if you are a fighter.

Because fighters know what to do with physical pain.

You push back.

You endure.

There is a script.

You follow it.

The harder question is:

What kind of discomfort are you terrible at sitting with?

Emotional discomfort is different.

Grief does not care how many push-ups you can do.

Rejection does not care how disciplined you are.

Shame does not disappear because you have a black belt.

Loneliness does not tap because you squeezed harder.

A relationship ends.

Someone dies.

Someone disappoints you.

You disappoint yourself.

And sometimes the thing you want most is the one thing you cannot have.

Now what?

There may be no action available that makes the feeling immediately go away.

You have to sit with it.

• Feel it
• Name it
• Process it

Let it move through you.

Maybe talk about it.

Maybe cry.

Maybe admit that you do not know what comes next.

For a lot of men I have known, that is much harder than fighting.

You can hit back in a fight.

Emotional pain often gives you nothing to hit.

So we find substitutes.

Work.

Alcohol.

Porn.

Anger.

Another relationship.

The gym.

Video games.

Achievement.

Anything that allows us to do something instead of feel something.

You can see how the pattern might play out.

A marriage starts falling apart, and suddenly the guy is training twice a day.

Someone close to him dies, and he throws himself into work like his life depends on it.

A breakup hits, and within a month he is in another relationship, as if the fastest way to stop hurting is to stop being alone with the hurt.

And some of those things are healthy in the right dose.

Training can help you process grief.

Work can provide structure during chaos.

But they can also become hiding places.

Your Favorite Pain Can Become Your Hiding Place

Here is the part I have been thinking about.

We do not necessarily avoid discomfort.

Sometimes we avoid one kind of discomfort by running toward another kind we are better at handling.

• The fighter trains harder rather than having the painful conversation.
• The intellectual analyzes everything rather than grieving.
• The entrepreneur works another twelve-hour day rather than sitting with uncertainty.
• The spiritual person reaches for certainty rather than tolerating doubt.
• The emotional person keeps processing feelings but avoids making the decision that would change the situation.

You can become incredibly tough and still be hiding.

You can even hide inside discipline.

That one bothers me.

Because discipline is supposed to be a virtue.

But any strength can become armor.

And armor is useful until you forget you are wearing it.

You walk around protected, and one day you realize you cannot feel anything through it anymore.

That is what makes this so slippery.

You cannot always tell from the outside whether someone is processing or running.

Running toward a heavy barbell looks a lot like discipline.

Running toward a twelve-hour workday looks a lot like dedication.

Running toward absolute certainty looks a lot like conviction.

And the people doing the running may genuinely believe they are handling it.

They may feel productive.

They may feel strong.

They may feel righteous.

Sometimes the warrior does not need another fight.

Sometimes the warrior needs to sit quietly and hurt.

The Discomfort of Not Knowing

Then there is mental discomfort.

Confusion.

Complexity.

Contradiction.

Trying to understand something your current way of thinking cannot explain.

Thinking is work.

Learning is work.

Changing your mind is hard work.

Holding two contradictory possibilities in your head while you investigate which one is more accurate is work.

It is uncomfortable to discover that something you believed for twenty years may be wrong.

It is uncomfortable to realize that a skill that made you successful at one level is inadequate at the next.

I have always liked calling problems puzzles instead.

A problem can kick your ass.

A puzzle invites you to play with it.

Turn it around.

Try another angle.

Remove a piece.

Ask a different question.

You have not removed the difficulty.

You have changed your relationship with it.

But even that only works when there is something to solve.

Some discomfort does not offer you a puzzle.

It just sits there, unsolvable, waiting for you to stop trying to think your way out of it.

The most dangerous sentence may not be:

It may be:

Because that is the moment you stop engaging and start escaping.

And the escape route is usually something you are very good at.

Something that lets you feel competent again.

Something that lets you avoid the vertigo of not knowing.

The Discomfort of Not Knowing What to Believe

Then things get messier.

What do I believe?

Why do I believe it?

What happens when reality challenges it?

What if I am wrong?

What if the people I love believe something completely different?

Human beings have struggled with those questions for as long as we have been recording our thoughts.

And we have killed each other over the answers.

I think about the film Kingdom of Heaven sometimes.

The way religious certainty sits behind the violence.

God wills it.

​"God wills it!"​

What an incredibly powerful phrase.

Because if God wills it, doubt disappears.

Ambiguity disappears.

Responsibility becomes easier.

I no longer have to ask whether killing this person is right.

God already told me.

That is not an attack on faith.

Faith may actually require enormous tolerance for uncertainty.

The ability to live with doubt without needing to crush it.

The danger is not belief.

The danger is using certainty to escape the discomfort of asking hard questions about yourself.

When our identity gets threatened, we sometimes stop investigating and start defending.

And throughout history, defending belief has often meant attacking the people who challenge it.

It is easier to destroy the heretic than examine the belief.

That impulse is not only religious.

People do the same thing with politics, with ideology, with their sense of themselves as good people.

Certainty of any kind can become armor.

And armor you will not take off eventually becomes a cage.

The Discomfort You Cannot Solve

And underneath all of those sits something even bigger.

I am going to die.

So are you.

The people we love are going to die.

Things we spent decades building may disappear.

There are choices no one else can make for us.

And there may never be absolute certainty that we chose correctly.

What do you do with that?

You can keep yourself very busy.

I know something about that one.

Work can make you feel useful.

Building can make you feel constructive.

Progress gives you something to point toward.

As long as there is something to accomplish, you can postpone the harder questions.

But eventually there are moments when there is nothing left to accomplish before bedtime.

The work is done.

The gym is closed.

Nobody needs anything from you.

And you are just there.

With yourself.

And with the fact that no amount of productivity changes the terms.

Who are you when you are not producing?

When you are not winning?

When you are not solving something?

When nobody needs anything from you?

That is uncomfortable.

Maybe much more uncomfortable than another round on the mat.

And you cannot deadlift your way out of it.

You cannot outwork it.

You cannot analyze it into submission.

You cannot find a belief system that makes the questions disappear permanently.

You just have to sit there.

The Warrior Who Cannot Fight Back

Martial arts teaches us how to deal with resistance.

Push.

Pull.

Move.

Strike.

Escape.

Counter.

Adapt.

Decades on the mat train you to find an answer.

Even if the answer is losing with your dignity intact, there is still something you can do.

There is still an action.

There is still a role.

But life eventually gives you opponents you cannot beat that way.

Grief.

Aging.

Loss.

Uncertainty.

Regret.

Mortality.

Sometimes there is nothing to punch.

Nothing to dominate.

Nothing to defeat.

Nothing to outwork.

Nothing to solve.

You just have to go through it.

And here is the question I keep coming back to.

Not:

“Are you tough?”

The real question is:

• Can you remain present when there is no enemy?
• Can you sit with something that has no solution?
• Can you let yourself hurt without immediately reaching for the pain you know how to handle?

That is not the kind of strength most of us train for.

It is not the kind most of us even want to train for.

It is easier to hit the gym.

Easier to work late.

Easier to analyze.

Easier to find something to fight.

Our favorite discomfort is always waiting for us, ready to provide the familiar relief of struggle.

But life will eventually hand you something force cannot solve.

Grief does not tap.

Mortality does not respond to a heavier deadlift.

Uncertainty does not submit to a better argument.

And if your only tool is toughness, you will be disarmed at exactly the moment you need something else.

So maybe the deeper warrior lesson is not learning to endure more pain.

Maybe it is learning to stay when toughness is useless.

To remain present when there is nothing to resist.

To recognize when you are reaching for your favorite pain because you cannot handle the one that is actually in front of you.

And then to stop reaching.

To let go of the fist.

Sometimes strength is not clenching harder.

Sometimes it is opening your hands and refusing to run.

⚔ The Dojo Drill

Today’s training:

The Fear List

Write down 3 fears you’ve been avoiding.

Take one small action toward one today.

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​The Scout Mindset by Julia Galef​

Why?

Galef draws a useful distinction between two ways of approaching the world:

• The soldier defends a position
• The scout tries to understand the terrain
• The soldier asks how to win
• The scout asks what is actually true

We need both.

There are moments when you have to commit, act, endure, and hold the line.

But there are also moments when strength means becoming curious enough to discover that your map is wrong.

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Chuck