The Martial Artist

The martial artist deflects ego and serves for others as well as them selves, they are unique.

The martial artist treats their bodies with respect yet attack it so it can temper the storm.

The martial artist neglects all shallow challenges as they know better and have been brought up in the mother and father arts of being, and being free from ones self and yet married to ones spirit.

They research other options and freestyle philosophies help them to cross train.

These humans are noble and wise with much learning to come their way, but they are not proud.

Above all they realise their strengths and weaknesses and this humble manner is greater than any trophy.

They wear the belt of completion and ambition.

I realise I am not like any other person because my birth right is that of a martial artist.

SUICIDE...

So, your in that horrible place that continues to rape the fucking life from you. Nobody truly understands this pain but you. They possibly can't. You are all alone and hate the very reflection of the emptiness that you have become. You fail to see a way out from this hole, it's endless. You fail to see that you are a success, because it was your fathers sperm that fertilized the egg. You conquered the uterus. You made it out against all the other sperm cells and came first. You love your family but choose to turn to a razor blade, or a noose for reasoning. You search for uncovered answers that may complete your puzzle. You fail to recognize that with your last breath, your parents have failed all this time. You are out of it, but your families just began. You create your own ending, so others have their beginnings. Fuck it anyway, you have been there all along, only you. You assess and ponder, watching the rain watching you right back through a gloomy pane. You have thought long and hard, and know whats right in your heart of hearts. You feel ready now don't you? Psyched up, no one knows whats coming, you will show them. It's time.

YOUR BODY BECOMES WHAT IT NEEDS TO BE!

The human body is an amazing piece of living machinery ever born. Basically speaking it is way ahead of your mind if you are one with both. Like changing your razor now and again will result in a better shave as you adapt and overcome. Our bodies will adapt to any load we put on it, as long as it's progressive.

To much too soon and your body will shout at you, 'Oi! That bloody hurts!'

Alas...injury.

Now if you look at some over weight people (lazy ones) you will see that their bodies have adapted to the gruelling hardcore workout of sitting, pint swigging, food stuffing and most likely finger pointing. This is a waste of a skeleton, a life. These people will do nothing, take a holiday because they have done nothing, then do nothing again, until they accumulate more waste, and then return to nothing. These people are self fish, they don't think they set examples for their children, and might not be there for them one day.

Now take the under weight people (lazy or trains to much and neglect food) I know that some people do honestly have health problem beyond their control and I really feel for these people. But this blog is for the other side of the park, trained or untrained. (I'm a strip of piss, but trained)

What ever you want your body to look like or achieve, just make it happen. Small steps, every thing in moderation, love yourself and enjoy what you do. In no time you will feel much better. Time will not wait for us so we have to blast now!

THE WRITERS MIND

My mind never ceases to rest. I can feel it working out new maps of contorted circumstances when I am busy doing other things. Sometimes I feel like my mind's not my own, like it lives for it's self. I hear many different voices in my head, like new characters my mind will create and a plot for the taking. I will scribble sprightly with each letter constantly aching my fingers until I receive writers cramp. I keep myself busy. A writer is born, with a creative gift, an artist who needs to work hard at his craft as if fighting to breath. There is no supplement for hard work. At times when I feel like not writing I know that I can write in my blog, that way I'm still writing. It's like my life journal, I enjoy blogging. I have to constantly jot notes down in my phone wherever I go, and those who know me well can tell I'm been quiet because I'm working. As a boy I was to undeveloped as to notice that my crazy thoughts were just my imagination growing with me. They were growing pains. Just like a born sprinter will gradually exceed his or her peers in P.E, my thought process began to manifest leaving my immature nature behind. I think this is the reason I gave an impression of being mad at school. Now, as a young man (nearly 30) I have the responsibility to control my mind to a degree, after all I am I. It's all about the man, or woman in the mirror and really knowing who you are. Self knowledge. It's just the beginning for me, like the evolution of the planet in the lunar cosmos.

The only question I have is...who is writing this now?

ME VS ME

I sit back and revisit some of my past training sessions. I enjoy working out alone, because I am my own boss. I know what's right for me and I know how much to push. I recall them cold winter months, breathing out cold clouds of air as I hit the speed ball rata-tat-tat. I can vision the garage door open as the sweat steams of me into the night. I decide to skip, feeling springy now. I move to pull ups, then I'll work the bag. I lift some light weights in my dad's garage, I smile as I relive jogging around minworth in the pouring rain and heavy snow along park lane. Some passers by may think I'm nuts, maybe I am. I cannot imagine my life with out martial arts, it's what I enjoy doing. It's for me, and I'm for it. It makes me a better person with nothing to prove. I train to fight, without having to fight. I'm healthier as a result. I'm sure I'll have more training tales to tell you.

MARTIAL ARTS

The Arts hold great meaning, traditional and new to me. The discipline that this type of training demands, will build you from the inside out and then some. It is a positive outlet for the beast within us, and will leave you feeling better. Pent up energy will have been utilised, and the body will adapt to a higher degree. I know now more than ever, that I will train for the rest of my life. I will put aside competing with others in class, or training for the sake of trophies medals, and belts/sashes. I train because it's who I am, I really do enjoy it. A certificate feels nice to view the proof of your hard work, but it's deep within me the real grade. I train for fitness, self defence and self therapy.

Bruce Lee used to say freely...'An art, like any...is the expression of the human body.'

That's it man, freely being who you are. Others views or opinions don't even chip the sides, when it's your personal choice. That's your right. I pride myself on being a Martial Artist, and maybe before I realised it, I always was. My life is forcing me to make important personal choices, like writing more and improving my craft. One day I'll have a family to support, and that scares me. For me, it is time to use my inner power that Martial Art has given me and pursue a future for my family. I will continue to write in my blog diary, as this is off loading and if people enjoy what I write then I am truly honoured. Martial Art has a very deep meaning to me, as it comes from within. It's down to me to lift my chin when I'm feeling low, or keep my feet on the ground when I'm feeling high. I love Kung Fu more and more, and I'm turning into that road. I'm fascinated by the animal styles. Wherever I am in 10 years time, you can be certain that I will be training somewhere.