Andy Frisella

There's no magic success monster either that jumps out and says, no!

You shall not pass.

Like, that's not how it works, dude.

And sometimes, you know, little things do feel like that.

But they're not.

As long as you keep your head down and keep moving, you can't be stopped.

You know how many times I've had bad things happen to me in public where the whole city or the whole country knows about it?

And

Dude, I just plug my fucking ears and I show up the next day and I keep executing.

And eventually the noise goes away and I keep moving forward.

And it's funny because every time it happens, I see all the fucking little weasels come out and fucking pile on, right?

And say, oh, Frisella's done this time.

Got you, bitch.

I'm never going to be done because I wake up every motherfucking day and execute.

So it doesn't matter what you say.

It doesn't matter what the world says.

Doesn't matter what the Internet says.

What matters is what the fuck I do.

And I do that every single day.

And I've done that every single day for a long enough time to where I understand that when bad things happen, all I got to do is keep moving.