The dragon does eat you more often than not, if you think you are fighting a dragon. One of the stupidest things you can do is to think of your problems as a dragon and yourself the upstart underdog in your own story - even more pathetic is the "shattered hero" who saunters home with a cuck slump and a limp dick, crying and pissing himself to sleep, humbled by "dragons". This is the price of thinking of your worldly problems as ferocious mythical beasts. Even as you overcome them, nobody sings ballads of your tale. No one sees you as a hero for overcoming them to begin with.

You see that douche who thinks maybe a little too highly of himself walking about with a swagger in his step, nothing bothering him? The living personification of Chad Thundercock? That guy is going to make it. To him, his problems aren't dragons; they're dinky little snakes and he is strutting on them, styling on them even. His enemies are weak, his problems are small, he sees all terrain, mountain or molehill, as easily traversible; they're the same to him, to the dismay of envious, unbelieving eyes, he can go anywhere and do anything. He is the "hero" in his own estimation and that's good enough for him.

Think of how the hero of these stories might see themselves. Think of how good Heracles (Arnold Edition) feels flexing his 30" biceps infront of a mirror. Yeah, exactly. Underdog struggling to overcome is the wrong fucking mindset to have - that's why this cuckold faileth.

In my life I am the one with the boss music, and I am going to embarass anything calling itself a "dragon".