We're raising a generation of victims, waiting for a hero who’s not out there. The hero is within. The hero is dead; murdered through decades and decades of suppression, of being squashed to a pulp... There's no telling what it can do to a man, to the deep interior of the mind. It's no wonder, after centuries of the media squandering us into their impossible molds, that many of us, and our inner heroes, have been mentally eliminated; only the outer shell of our body remains. It's no wonder we let it all happen... demise and lies all around, all our fault. Because we didn't take a stand. And most of us aren't even planning to. Therein lies the problem: if you're not going to stand up to the bully, be ready to take the beating. There's no way around it, nothing behind it but more, more of what you don't want, more of what you're too much a of a coward to face, more. A blow to the head, a blow to the heart, a blow to the neck and you're dead.
Get out there, get it done. Stop regretting, start doing. Nobody's going to make your dreams come true; nobody but you. You're a powerhouse; you may not feel like it but you are. You're here, wherever that is. And you can get further, wherever that is.

So get to work. Get strong. Get smart.  Get good.