Do it. This was my epiphany at the gym today. If everything in your life is falling to pieces, if loved ones have left you high and dry in your most desparate time of need, then kill yourself. Do it my way, though. A little at a time. That last rep that you can't squeeze out cause you know you'll die? F*CKING DO IT. One more rep, one more day starving yourself of the foods you feel yourself salivating over, one more day plotting supplementation, and one more day hating the people that don't care. Kill yourself. Rip every fiber of your being apart on that last rep; feel the muscle unraveling from your arms and being strewn about laxadasically on the ground. Feel the burn in your legs on the deepest, heaviest squat you've ever done. Remember the words of Henry Rollins, "Friends come and go, but 200 pounds is 200 pounds." The Iron will be there for you; through thick or thin, through relationships dissolving, through friends dying, through opportunities missed and lives shattered, the iron will be there for you; beckoning you to be a man and step up. All those whiny pussies whom I have heard speak openly about how bad their life is; I wish I could teleport them onto a bench midway through a 3-plate bench or the 19th rep of a 20 rep squat and check out the look on their faces. No one dies like us, brothers. No one dies for 20 sets everyday, only waking up the next day eager to do it again. When life gets you down, let that depression pump you the f*ck up. Enjoy.
