Today I met a guy at the gym. He was bald, skinny, and honestly… he looked kinda weak.

But I didn’t wanna judge him...I'm also a beginner, but my brain went there:

“He must be brand new here.”

A few minutes later, a trainer in my gym was walking him around the machines, showing him the ropes. Or so I thought.

Then they stop at the squat rack. I hear someone explaining form, talking about tempo, stability, and breathing... And of course, I thought my trainer was teaching him.

But nah.

Skinny dude’s the one teaching my trainer.

Turns out he’s my trainer’s trainer.

And let me tell you, he was smooth with it. No flexing, no ego. Just calm little adjustments that made the heavyweight look easy. The kinda stuff you’d miss if you weren’t paying close attention.

That’s when it clicked: even the best have a teacher.

Warren Buffett had Benjamin Graham.

MJ had Phil Jackson.

Even Serena had Patrick Mouratoglou.

Greatness doesn’t happen in isolation. It’s built on the shoulders of mentors, guides, and coaches who see what you can’t see.

Because no matter how skilled you are, there’s always a blind spot. Always a level you can’t reach alone. Always a weakness that becomes invisible once you’ve gotten “good enough.”

That skinny trainer reminded me of something simple but powerful:

The real strength isn’t just lifting more weight.

It’s staying humble enough to keep learning.

— Paul

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P.S. Maybe, today, you could reach out to the mentor you already have and thank them. Or, if you don’t have one, start looking for that person who can help you level up. You’ll be surprised how fast things shift once you do.