I love Mark Manson. I think I’m finally going to treat myself to his first book, and probably his new one as well. I went through a period of not liking him so much when he became ridiculously popular, since I had discovered him before that and liked “knowing” this secret, niche, edgy writer, but whatever. Can’t hide a light under a bushel, or something. (What the hell is a bushel?)
Regarding the main point, I’ve only really consistently loved and fought for one thing in my life: my children.
Can’t say I’ve really struggled for anything else. I just let things go when they’re hard. It’s my way.