Keep Moving Forward:
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And we reflected on Roosevelt’s timeless truth from The Man in the Arena:
Because at the end of the day, life doesn’t wait for you to figure it all out.
You either move... or you get moved.
Today, I want to talk to you about how you can make sure you’re the one moving forward.
Most young men today are paralyzed not by lack of options, but by an overwhelming abundance of them.
You can scroll, swipe, dream, and theorize forever.
You can watch another YouTube tutorial.
You can ask another anonymous stranger for advice.
You can "research" yourself into oblivion.
But none of that will move you.
Certainty doesn’t come before action.
It’s earned through action.
Waiting until you're "ready" or "sure" is just another form of fear, wearing the mask of prudence.
Principle #1:
You will never feel 100% ready.
You will always feel a little stupid when you start.
Start anyway.
One of the biggest myths that keeps young men stuck is believing they need to have a 50-year plan.
You don’t.
You need a True North: a general direction that aligns with who you are becoming.
You need a basic answer to these three questions:
And here’s the secret: it’s okay if these answers evolve over time.
If you’re not changing, you’re not growing.
Imagine setting a course across an open ocean.
Storms will come. Currents will shift.
You’ll have to adjust your sails, your heading, and your speed.
But the goal is not perfection — it’s persistence.
Everything worthwhile has a price.
If you don't pay your own price, you’ll end up paying someone else’s.
You’ll work for someone else’s dream.
Live by someone else’s rules.
Build someone else’s empire.
There is no avoiding the transaction.
You’re either investing in yourself or you’re being invested in.
Principle #2:
There’s a compounding effect in life — small payments made consistently buy you freedom that most people will never know.
I’m not saying don’t plan.
I’m saying don’t hide behind planning.
Planning is supposed to be a tool, not a prison.
Make a basic plan:
Then move.
Adjust as needed.
Pivot if necessary.
Course-correct based on reality, not fantasy.
A good plan today executed with boldness is worth infinitely more than a perfect plan tomorrow that never sees the light of day.
Theodore Roosevelt’s Man in the Arena reminds us of something essential:
When you move forward, when you dare to live,
You will be criticized.
You will be misunderstood.
You will be laughed at.
But understand this:
Every warrior has battle scars.
Wear them proudly.
Because your alternative is to become a spectator in your own life — and that’s the slowest, most miserable death of all.
If you take nothing else away from this, take this:
That’s it.
You don’t need 50 steps.
You need these three burned into your bones.
And if you don't — if you hesitate, freeze, or give up — understand this:
Either you are moving your life forward,
Or you are being moved by someone who is.
Choose.
When I think back to those early days of my career, struggling as an apprentice electrician, barely making rent, unsure if I'd ever "make it," I realize now — I was forging the warrior spirit inside me without even knowing it.
I didn’t have certainty.
I didn’t have a grand master plan.
Hell, some days I didn’t even have hope.
But what I did have — and what saved me — was the refusal to stop moving.
One day, after a 12-hour shift in the rain, I remember sitting in my truck, soaked to the bone, eating a cold gas station burrito, and thinking:
"There’s gotta be more to life than this."
But even then, a small voice inside me whispered:
"Just keep going."
And so I did.
One ugly step at a time.
One bad day after another.
One small improvement after another.
Looking back, it’s crystal clear now:
And today?
Those dots have connected into a life I once could barely imagine.
The same will be true for you.
If you dare.
If you move.
If you refuse to sit on the sidelines.
Your life will not be built in grand heroic leaps.
It will be built in the thousands of small, unsexy steps you take when no one is watching.
That’s where your story is written.
That’s where your legend is forged.
Pick one thing you've been overthinking.
One move you've been avoiding.
One step you've been afraid to take.
Take it.
Not tomorrow.
Not next week.
Today.
Send the text.
Apply for the job.
Enroll in the class.
Start the project.
Hit the gym.
Speak your mind.
Move.
Because the man you dream of becoming?
He’s not out there waiting for you to figure it all out.
He’s waiting for you to start.
The arena is calling.
The world is watching.
Get in the fight.
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