Pain, always present never leaving, discipline poures through my mind with every throbbing wave. Seperate from family, no one to talk to, no comfort when it is needed. My conscienceness, battered by the grueling rutine of everyday work.
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Blood, sweat and tears are my rewards. Seclusion and exhaustion are constant companions. Searching, for peace, it seems to elude me. With every step I take it takes two, my aproach is wrong, I'll try another path. A path I learned of when I was young, my parents told me it was hard and long, narrow with steep cliffs on either side.
I stop at the junction to this path and the one I currently am on, I see peace in the distance at the end of the trail. With one hard trust laden step I set my foot upon the first stone of the path, it wobbled and slid precariously. With a calm breath I stare ahead at peace and take the next step, carefully. As a warrior, I have never done anything so hard in my life, each step is slow and unbalanced but slowley getting better. Eventually I begin walk at a steady pace, then to jog, and finally I am running. Smiling at the peace ahead that slowley comes closer ready to embrace me, I sprint, laughing in joy at what I have done.
This spiritual path still continues for me and at times I almost slip and fall over the edges, but I get back up and see the peace, love, and joy ahead of me even closer then the last time. Seeming to help me to my feet, and I continue on.
Pain no longer effects me, and I am no longer lonely as I see a fatherly figure apear in the distance with white flowing robes and light eminating from his face, I couldn't see him smiling but I knew he was. The life of a warrior is hard and tiresome but with your heavenly father holding you up you will succeed.
~Chill.(Member of Albertan Taekwondo Show Team.)
If it is difficult do it, if it is easy teach it:)
Dreams that disturbe you when you sleep,
and haunt you when you are awake.
Make up a mirror of who and what you are,