What’s the stinkiest, smelliest fart you’ve ever smelt? Does just remembering it make your nostrils burn and your face grimace? (I hope that wasn’t one of your own, under the sheets…)

Now multiply that stink by a million, and what do you have? You have the devil’s fart.

So, if you were in a room with the devil and he farted (what were you doing in a room with the devil, anyway?), what would you do?

You would run out of the room, of course. You would do anything — anything — to avoid that stink.

Very well. Here’s what I’d like you to do from now on: you’ll think of doubt as the devil’s fart.

Every time that a doubt comes to your mind, you’ll react like you would if you were in a room with the devil and he farted. You will get out of there — of that state of doubt — as fast as you can.

Doubt is a major reason why people fail. It’s what stinks your plans and gives your decisions (if you can manage to make any) a terrible after-smell.

Please remember that: doubt = devil’s fart

I’m telling you, it’s not funny.