There is no such thing as f**ked.

Let me tell you about a man who had lost his ship.Ernest Shackleton watched his pride, the Endurance get crushed by pack ice in the Weddell Sea in 1915. Twenty-seven men, including Shackleton, were trapped on a drifting floe, with no radio and no prospect of rescue. They were on a continent of nothing, zero in every direction. The whole reason they’d come - to cross Antarctica - had died the moment that hull splintered.Shackleton didn’t argue with reality. He didn’t rage at the ice or sit down on it to wallow and die. In a single breath, he changed the question he was asking. No longer: “How do I cross this continent?”. The new question was “How do I get every single man home alive?”He considered that question, and then he went and answered it. He marched them across the ice; he sailed eight hundred miles of the deadliest ocean on earth in a twenty-two-foot lifeboat; he climbed an uncharted mountain range; and he came back - for the men he’d left on Elephant Island.At the moment of…