On All Orders
The dimwitted disease of self-esteem
Scurvy. Rickets. Smallpox.
Many a disease that plagued pirates of old.
And while most have disappeared, from the crow's nest we spy a new one rearing its selfie-framed head on the horizon:
The disease of self-esteem.
The plague that turned us into a world of Cumbayah, hand-holding types, searching frantically to feel good about ourselves and inflate our sense of self, whatever that means.
Call us old-fashioned, Bucko, but in the pirate world, self-esteem is as good as a brolly in a blizzard.
Self-esteem is inflatable, like a balloon.
Pump it up, and it looks nice and shiny....
....for a while.
But a day or two later, the party's over, and it's all crinkled and flat.
Easy come, easy go.
A fence that goes up fast, comes down fast.
Not something you want to anchor yourself to.
What we like instead is something much harder to hornswaggle:
Self-respect is earned, not inflated.
Join the newsletter to find out how to acquire said self-respect