The Manhattan Project by G Diesel

I've always kind of looked at my life as something of a grand science experiment. One in which I was the researcher doing the fact-finding legwork, the chemist mixing a potent brew, the scientist in the lab applying theory and the lucky test subject… Some crazed quack on the fringe of the social order, posing proclamations and postulates for the great masses to scratch their heads and wring their hands at in response.

Funny thing is that I've become quite comfortable in that role. Over the years, our ways and actions determine the way in which we are viewed by outsiders – we set others' expectations for us by living up to the expectations we set for ourselves. Like I've always said, expect yourself to save the world for long enough, eventually the world will come to expect it of you as well. The higher a standard you set, the more responsibility, the more pressure, and the more critics praying for your demise. But I know the deal and I have since day one, since I chicken-scratched my John Hancock on the dotted line with a red fluid more valuable than ink.

This is the life I chose and I have no time for regret, no inclination toward second-guessing. Forget that. Save that for the backseat drivers, sideliners, talking heads and Monday morning quarterbacks of the world. While my own personal “Manhattan Project” does not hold the grave consequences of the work of atom bomb physicists, to me, it is very real. For me, it is life or death. A life spent pursuing greatness, a death pursued until all of my greatness is spent. The mushroom cloud of my impact on this planet can be only so great, but each life touched is a future altered forever and that ain't no joke. It is this responsibility that I take very seriously.

Convention has never appealed to me. That is truly a shame. I've often watched those that adhered to a preordained system, that navigated a smoothly paved road with a clearly delineated map to their destination, those that played it safe and operated within the box and I felt true envy. I witnessed the security and comfort that their lifestyle afforded them and I smiled a bittersweet smile, for I knew that such a life could never be mine. It is not how I'm wired, it is not that which compels me, that which speaks to my soul. Instead of wishing I could be someone else or lying to myself about who I am, I've embraced my identity.

When talking to my younger brethren about their schooling, I always pass on this piece of sage advice: take the classes everyone else avoids. From my own experiences, the more obscure or challenging or foreign the subject matter, the more enriching the experience and the more I'd ultimately learn and grow intellectually. The more unfamiliar the stimulus, the greater the potential for growth. The more a man imposes his will and fights to apply control to the surrounding chaos, the stronger the man becomes.

What has turned out to be the basis of my experiment, the foundation of my trial is to welcome hardship and discomfort and to gratefully receive that which others avoid at all costs. Growth and progress comes at the price of pain and struggle. This is so evident in our daily toil within the confines of the gym walls. Heavy weights, the burn of lactic acid, the tearing calluses, the sore muscles, the beat up joints… They are all inevitable prices to be paid, dues willingly coughed up in the name of a greater good, in pursuit of a larger goal.

This is the collateral damage of a life lived as an iron warrior. As is so often the case, these hard earned and hard learned lessons of the weight room can be universally applied when examining what it takes to go against the grain, to live the life uncommon, to achieve in the face of suffering and doubt. Fortune and fame are mere byproducts of the great man's quest, riches accrued through intimate knowledge of self and the acknowledgment of our own individual power.

True enlightenment springs forth from considering yourself fortunate when the chips are down, from finding pride when your greatest feats and accomplishments remain shadowed by anonymity, finding hope when despair looms large. Here then, are the less glamorous bedfellows with which the champion and leader of men must so often lay…

Adversity Times are hard, but I'm harder. Gotta be, cuz it could always be worse. Never tempt the fates by wasting time sitting around pitying yourself. Things have a tendency to get a whole lot worse with the quickness… If you let them. Hard times are a part of life, but whether or not you let them destroy you, well, that is up to you. My suggestion is to expect this adversity, embrace it and use it. Welcome this hardship as it can allow you to narrow your focus and to vigorously channel your energy toward bettering yourself, toward reaching your goals and toward improving your lot in life. When the shit hits the fan, go to work. Rely on the ethic that has long served you so well. The unpleasant experiences we endure harden us, they make us battle tested and bulletproof. Know that the dark days are more responsible for forming and molding us than any birthday parties or flower bouquets ever could be.

Doubt We all know it well. Whether it is the nagging trepidation in the recesses of your brain or the skeptical glare of your “peers”, doubt surrounds you. The more you strive, the more doubt will linger, the more you leave yourself open to derision. Dare to dare and you put yourself out there. The longer and more directly you confront doubt, the less of an obstacle it becomes, the more easily it can be brushed off and cast aside. Embrace insecurity and that which seems uncertain. Believe in yourself, even when your better judgment doesn't have your back. Stare doubt in the face and push forward. Welcome doubt into your life, for it only plagues those that make decisions, those that contemplate that which is not promised. Know that some were born to criticize, to speculate and hypothesize while others were born to achieve and execute as others look on with wonder. Thank the almighty that you were born to be among the latter. Fear

…Or fear not. Personally, I'm rather fond of that tingle in my stomach, those hairs standing up on the back of my neck. They remind me that I'm on the verge, on the precipice. Treading on dangerous ground where few dare to walk. Doing that which is uncommon, that which is difficult, that which can't be done by most is naturally to be met by apprehension, for our inborn inclination is for self-preservation and while that may keep us alive it certainly doesn't always help us prosper. We must risk to gain a reward, we must be brave and courageous and take hold of our destinies. Fear like so many abstract concepts is only as real as we allow it to be. Fear is but a fleeting apparition, a cool autumn breeze to the determined man-he acknowledges it, he feels it on his skin and continues about his business undeterred.

These then, are the companions on your great quest, the catalysts of the chemical reaction that turns mere mortals into those that the annals of history revere. Know them well and embrace them as I have, make these concepts a part of your very being. Dominate them within and the rest of the external world will have no choice but to fall in line. Conduct your own Manhattan Project... Just don't let the world blame me when you drop the bomb.

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