Post by louiscypher on Mar 3, 2020 13:54:59 GMT -5
When I was a child my momma used to say that all men wage a war within himself. All men fight themselves. Our good side vs. our bad side, and when that fight is over we will know if we are good or bad. My bad side won, it was never really a close call. But yet the fight is real. I think for the most part we are always fighting ourselves.
I know when I walk down to the ring, I am not facing an opponent, no, I am facing myself. That is who I am ultimately trying to defeat. I am trying to defeat myself. And sometimes I win, but most times I lose. Because in the end you can never really defeat yourself unless you are prone to utter and complete defeat.
Right now I am due to face Reno Destiny. I like Reno, he has some talent though sometimes I think he is prone to defeating himself. If he so chose he could be up there in the upperechelon with Redd, Rumpke and Saint Jude, but he is not, simply because of his inconsitency. He has this way of disappearing at the worse possible time. And for reason in my mind I keep picturing him sitting in some room alone drinking cool aid and with cheeto dust all over his face like Harold. Watching TV like Peter from Family Guy or some sad picture like that. And when I know its probably not true, but thats what I picture in my mind when I think of Reno.
And so here I am preparing for an opponent that I really dont know if he will show up or not. If he shows he will be a really good challenge. But the real challenge is myself. Will I be able to get my mind in the right place. The answer is yes, always yes.
Once years ago I was visiting Scotland. There by Dorren bay outside Inverness was this beautiful lake, blackest water you ever did see. Legend goes that witchcraft was practiced by the shores of Dorren in the mid 14th century. That demons would rise from that dark water and take the offerings left. And so people did not visit the lake. Me? I took a picnic basket and had a day, I even took a swim. A few passed by hiking and shook their heads. They thought I was crazy. And trust me I am. Heck I even did some fishing and since no one goes to the lake I had myself a record day, camped out there at night and cooked and ate all the fish. Right before I went to sleep some police folk came to check on me, they asked if I was staying the night. I said yes. They asked if I was sure? I smiled and said yes I am sure. They thought I was insane they promised to check on me first thing in the morning and true to their word they did, and I assured them I slept like a baby. I actually wanted something to come out of the water. I stayed another day, and to my surprise a few people came and camped out next to me, some teenagers playing some heavy metal, and as the sun came down others appeared and by morning it looked like some sort of tourist camp. I left on that second day.
The point of this story is nothing is as bad as you think. There are exceptions though. Somethings are bad, really bad. Like me for instance. So Reno the ball is in your court now, will you show up and be who you should be or will you flake and stay home eating cereal and watching tv?
I await your response.
Fade
I know when I walk down to the ring, I am not facing an opponent, no, I am facing myself. That is who I am ultimately trying to defeat. I am trying to defeat myself. And sometimes I win, but most times I lose. Because in the end you can never really defeat yourself unless you are prone to utter and complete defeat.
Right now I am due to face Reno Destiny. I like Reno, he has some talent though sometimes I think he is prone to defeating himself. If he so chose he could be up there in the upperechelon with Redd, Rumpke and Saint Jude, but he is not, simply because of his inconsitency. He has this way of disappearing at the worse possible time. And for reason in my mind I keep picturing him sitting in some room alone drinking cool aid and with cheeto dust all over his face like Harold. Watching TV like Peter from Family Guy or some sad picture like that. And when I know its probably not true, but thats what I picture in my mind when I think of Reno.
And so here I am preparing for an opponent that I really dont know if he will show up or not. If he shows he will be a really good challenge. But the real challenge is myself. Will I be able to get my mind in the right place. The answer is yes, always yes.
Once years ago I was visiting Scotland. There by Dorren bay outside Inverness was this beautiful lake, blackest water you ever did see. Legend goes that witchcraft was practiced by the shores of Dorren in the mid 14th century. That demons would rise from that dark water and take the offerings left. And so people did not visit the lake. Me? I took a picnic basket and had a day, I even took a swim. A few passed by hiking and shook their heads. They thought I was crazy. And trust me I am. Heck I even did some fishing and since no one goes to the lake I had myself a record day, camped out there at night and cooked and ate all the fish. Right before I went to sleep some police folk came to check on me, they asked if I was staying the night. I said yes. They asked if I was sure? I smiled and said yes I am sure. They thought I was insane they promised to check on me first thing in the morning and true to their word they did, and I assured them I slept like a baby. I actually wanted something to come out of the water. I stayed another day, and to my surprise a few people came and camped out next to me, some teenagers playing some heavy metal, and as the sun came down others appeared and by morning it looked like some sort of tourist camp. I left on that second day.
The point of this story is nothing is as bad as you think. There are exceptions though. Somethings are bad, really bad. Like me for instance. So Reno the ball is in your court now, will you show up and be who you should be or will you flake and stay home eating cereal and watching tv?
I await your response.
Fade
