Everyone Needs An Arsehole

When we stop seeing hardship as punishment and start seeing it as propulsion, life moves.

Some arsehole comes along and wrecks your kitchen. But that kitchen hadn’t changed in forty years. Now you finally get a new one.

If life only ever handed us comfort, we’d stay stagnant — atrophied, unmoving, untransformed.

So thank your arseholes.

They don’t change. You do.