In the first Avengers movie, Bruce Banner doesn’t intentionally turn into The Hulk until the very end. Throughout the movie, he begins to hint, but never does, how he refrains from turning green, how he learned to finally control it. It’s not until the final fight scene, when he reveals his big secret: “I’m always angry.”
Dive Dangerous is about diving; it’s also about being dangerous. By dangerous, I don’t mean high risk dives (though I certainly don’t discourage them). Being dangerous means always being sharp, always being ready for whatever comes your way. You constantly force yourself into uncomfortable situations, so that when opportunity strikes (or conflict), you’re ready.
Most people don’t wake up in the morning with an anxiety pit in their stomach before work (it’s the worst on Monday). Most people don’t get nervous when they’re about to go to the gym, about to go to a party, about to go on a date, about to meet up with a girl they’ve already been seeing for a while. Some of us on the other hand, get anxious over everything, it doesn’t matter what it is.
My anxiety is the worst before I’m about to go to the club to pickup women by myself. Before the night starts, I never have a clue how it’s going to go, and I know there’s a good chance I’m going to get blown out a few times. But once I’m there, like with anything else, it’s never as bad as I thought it would be. Most of the time I don’t even know what I’m so anxious about, I just have that dark nasty pit in my stomach whenever I’m facing something that forces me out of my comfort zone.
So how could anxiety possibly be a good thing?
It’s great for practice. See, I might be the most anxious bastard I know, but I’ve also got the biggest cojones around, figuratively speaking. I’m continually doing things an average person is afraid to do, and by average, I mean guys that don’t suffer from anxiety (or anxious guys that haven’t tapped into the power of their anxiety yet). It’s not rare to find me confronting guys much bigger than myself, approaching girls “way out of my league,” taking drastic action even if it’s idiotic, and taking solo trips around the world.
How did I get so ballsy? I didn’t have a choice. Since grade school, I’ve spent so much time nervous, uncomfortable, and anxious, that I had to force myself to do anything and everything, just to live a normal existence. If I didn’t, I’d be living a bland, mediocre, and of course, cowardly life. Courage is doing something even though you’re scared to do it. Everyday I go to work nervous, I’m displaying courage. Most people aren’t scared when they go to work in the morning, so they’re not necessarily being courageous in that sense, only because it’s effortless to them. They may hate their jobs, but they’re not nervous to go to work.
It’s gotten to the point that, because I’m anxious so much of the time, I can’t distinguish between what’s normal to get anxious about, and what’s not. Since, however, I’m always used to acting despite my anxiety, it doesn’t matter, I just add it to the anxiety fire and let it burn.
If you’re not anxious, good for you. If you are anxious, realize, you have the means to become one of the bravest, ballsiest, most courageous people you’ll ever meet. Stay anxious, stay dangerous.