Sunday Thoughts 💭

 Another week in the books.

    Sunday Funday, let’s take a look back and see what we accomplished these past 7 days.

    Rest was big on the menu. Which is okay. I’m going to chalk it up as March Break. Or, as one Tweet suggested at this age- March Sick Leave. I thought that was funny. Regardless, it’s now come and gone. We arenas headed back into the inferno, ready to belt out and grind even more in accomplishing our goals. Write, Fight, Create. Short and simple, right to the point.

    Last night, watching UFC was a reminder of how much I love the fight game. I used to absolutely feel ALIVE when I used to participate when I was younger. Mostly hockey fights and streets fights, but still- ALIVE. I miss the rush. I miss the action. I miss being in the eye of the storm, and giving it your best. I had some of my fondest memories from fighting. Not all good, but still. I’ll probably carry those with me until I die. I feel like that is probably a sign from the Universe that I should be pursuing it at all means necessary.

    I set up my boxing bag, here at home as well. I’ve been working on it most days, trying to slowly get back into the swing of things (no pun intended). I went through an injury a few years ago, which I never completely healed from. A lot of the work I’ve been doing lately has been to get things back to where they once were. I believe that if I continue to grind down this pathing fixing my body 100% and continuing to work on the bags- who knows what the future holds?

    In reality, I am far behind. I have waited way too long to begin and I will probably pay dearly for it. Regardless- I have arrived. I have found purpose. I do not necessarily know where this road leads to, but I do know that it is the one for me. All my life, I have had to fight. Fight for love, fight for attention, fight for opportunity. I have come to understand that life is a fight, and we must show up every single day. The only days in my life that I regret the most are the ones I did not even show up. Those still haunt me, until this day. Perhaps regret is too deep of a word. Perhaps they’re just scars. Yet, those scars have helped me become who I am today. I am grateful for it.

    War is a mentality. It is a mental process of understanding what lies on the other side. One of my favourite movie scenes is in Batman: The Dark Knight Rises. Christian Bale is trapped in the underground prison, working his ass off in order to escape the dungeon. He is required to rock climb a wall and then jump to a ledge which is slightly out of reach. Every single prisoner who has ever attempted it has failed- except one. A child. The whole mystery is one which keeps Bale in disbelief, as he attempts to build up his body and strength to make the jump. He begins to workout daily, attempting to push his body to the limits. Yet, every single time he attempts the jump- he fails. He falls down, with only the rope tied around his waist keeping him alive. The very action is defeating to say the least. 

    What stands out the most to me during that movie, is when the blind doctor in the prison finally speaks to Bale. The doctor tells him that the reason he fails, is because he does not fear death. He claims that how can Batman move faster than possible, fight longer than possible, without the most important natural instinct a man can have. The fear of death will allow him to achieve the impossible, by pushing himself further than capable. In the end, Christian Bale ends up making the jump, without the rope. The do-or-die scenario allows fear to find him again, giving him all the power and motivation necessary in order to finally escape the prison.

    Life is a prison. We are trapped by so many external forces, which do everything in their power to keep us down. They attack us from all angles, doing whatever is necessary for us not to rise above and recognize our true power. Human beings rising above the influence is something which they fear, more than anything else. Imagine, a population which is capable of critical thinking? Imagine, a population who has a strong moral compass and holds values in high regards? If that were the reality today, most of what the higher powers do would not be accepted. We have become a society of complacent individuals, who simply allow things to happen. We allow injustice and crime to become a regular staple of our lives. We allow war crimes to go unpunished. We allow theft at the highest level imaginable, to simply occur without a protest. We all treason from our top elected officials to go without a struggle. We the people have become nothing more than weak, pathetic ants.

    Overall, power and strength are only granted to those who are willing to go out and get it. Those, who are willing to sacrifice and pursue the higher calling which we all hold within. Every single human being has been given a purpose, here on Earth. We have been assigned a mission, one which only we can understand. Yet, here we are- forgetful and afraid. Weak, alone, and influenced by those who do not care about us. The very powers which we look up to, believing that they control our lives. We as a species have amnesia, and it is difficult to fully accept. 

    Sunday’s are for realigning. For writing down, and determining your plan of action for the week to come. The truth is, if you wait until Monday- you’ve already failed. One must be proactive if you wish to achieve all that there is to achieve within your mind’s eye. Time waits for no man. 

        Glory Be,

                    Amen.