Fear Is Your Best Friend Or Your Worst Enemy. Its Like Fire. If You Can Control It, It Can Cook For You;
Fear is your best friend or your worst enemy. It’s like fire. If you can control it, it can cook for you; it can heat your house. If you can’t control it, it will burn everything around you and destroy you. If you can control your fear, it makes you more alert, like a deer coming across the lawn.
Mike Tyson (via mmaquotes)
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sometimes language matters. sometimes it doesn't.


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it's taoism. or is it supposed to be something else?
The romanization of Chinese pronunciation is a tricky beast. The current convention of this particular word is with a hard "D" sound, as in "dare" or "danger."
